<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:47:34.623+08:00</updated><category term='i miss SYF'/><title type='text'>[x]mich :))) !!!</title><subtitle type='html'>ME...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>259</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-7665347581731702851</id><published>2007-10-09T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T20:21:23.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOODBYE BLOGGER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ask me personally.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-7665347581731702851?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/7665347581731702851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=7665347581731702851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/7665347581731702851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/7665347581731702851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/10/goodbye-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-3249607925629077143</id><published>2007-10-09T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T18:19:17.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The center of attention</title><content type='html'>Haha, cheers to everyone today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the after exam period. I think my hair will change back to black again. Or rather, I hope. Or else, I'll have to dye my hair, which my mum thinks it's unhealthy for the hair. I guess it's true la. Went out with BB today. Had a Blast. And it was Fun. (: I got a present too(a super belated birthday pressent!) But, I still love them. Really. It was nothing like what we went through during the exams. Rather, much more fun than anything. We watch Nanny Diaries. It was hillarious! And, now, I got a nanny cam too! &lt;3 There's band tomorrow, and also section lunch! Can't wait, we're going to have pepper lunch (: awesome or what? I just love this time. When results come back. Things won't be so sweet anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everytime, they turn the lights on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-3249607925629077143?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/3249607925629077143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=3249607925629077143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/3249607925629077143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/3249607925629077143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/10/haha-cheers-to-everyone-today-i-love.html' title='The center of attention'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-7015509569586103321</id><published>2007-10-07T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T10:03:17.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a leap of faith</title><content type='html'>Oh my, haven't blogged in days(weeks). The exams has been super tiring really. But, I wish the exams would last longer. Tmr's the last paper. I'm happy, and sad at the same time. I think I did really horribily, really. Though I keep puting on a strong front. Deep down inside, I know, I didn't put in my best. I really could have done much better. I just hope, I don't get retained, cos, I don't want to waste another year of my life. It's really not worth it. I wished I had worked much harder, and studied through the nights. I wished I had started paying attention in class for every lesson since the start of the year. Then, everything won't be as tough as it is now. I guess, there's no regretting now, since everything's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope. I do fine in the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-7015509569586103321?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/7015509569586103321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=7015509569586103321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/7015509569586103321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/7015509569586103321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-leap-of-faith.html' title='It&apos;s a leap of faith'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-5692747094044661383</id><published>2007-09-19T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T18:42:24.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been quite awhile, since I felt good inside.</title><content type='html'>Awesome, I just printed out A and E maths past year papers and they are almost 2cm thick. Argh, and they are also due very soon. There's so many other papers to do, why do teachers suddenly bombard us with so much things to do just before the exams? I can't wait for exams to end. I should count down to the 8th of October! (: Anyway, I guess, life changes with each passing exam. So much more is learn during the process, and I guess that's what that matters, not really the results. Right? Someone correct me. Anyway, these few days, we've been doing so many surveys. Getting on my nerves, cos I've to work my brain early in the morning for answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A black snake about 2 and half feet was found in our fencing near to the main gate.  &lt;strong&gt;Students are to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stay away&lt;/span&gt; from the fencing, and the state land infront of our school and watch out for any moving object.  If &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sighted, stay clear, report to GO immediately&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-5692747094044661383?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/5692747094044661383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=5692747094044661383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/5692747094044661383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/5692747094044661383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-been-quite-awhile-since-i-felt-good.html' title='It&apos;s been quite awhile, since I felt good inside.'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-4504325063472899236</id><published>2007-09-17T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T10:25:11.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's me again :)</title><content type='html'>NSL: What did I last say?&lt;br /&gt;Mich: What did I last say.&lt;br /&gt;NSL: I meant before that.&lt;br /&gt;Mich: CLASS CLASS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH, Micho is as kuku as NSL :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-4504325063472899236?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/4504325063472899236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=4504325063472899236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/4504325063472899236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/4504325063472899236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-me-again.html' title='It&apos;s me again :)'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-8597956091185114269</id><published>2007-09-17T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T09:46:21.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My name is Caryn, :)</title><content type='html'>Omgoodness Mich, I'm so sad :( Emath test was total disaster :/ Last minute then I know how to find length of BP! :/ How screwed how screwed :/ Oh Micho oh Micho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emath FYP:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006: Next Mon&lt;br /&gt;2005: Next Mon&lt;br /&gt;2004: Next Week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygoodness, so dead please :( Stress stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Micho clipped up her hair today, trying to be neat. But ohhwells, good attempt :) You get credits for them :) Go home today tgt okay? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MICHO LOVES CARYN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANYWAY MICHO, NO BUTS!! &gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Micho goes: but but but..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-8597956091185114269?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/8597956091185114269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=8597956091185114269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/8597956091185114269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/8597956091185114269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-name-is-caryn.html' title='My name is Caryn, :)'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-5082770281723476249</id><published>2007-09-16T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T22:11:08.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeless</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty alright. Church in the morning, read Matthew 18. After that was lunch with family at Taka, ajisen. Wasn't too bad, brother&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt; were abit crazy, they ordered the volcano ramen. In the end, my parents had to take it for them. Then it was tuition, tuition was alright. Michelle and Clarence were talking almost non-stop again like usual. Linda was being impossible! But, we managed to get alot of stuff done. (: I think I'll be able to pass both E and A maths (: Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the end of the game, the king and the pawn go into the same box says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're not my best enemy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to find my way home says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. so what are we now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the end of the game, the king and the pawn go into the same box says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the end of the game, the king and the pawn go into the same box says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the end of the game, the king and the pawn go into the same box says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the end of the game, the king and the pawn go into the same box says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hahah, oliver was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the end of the game, the king and the pawn go into the same box says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was saying that one moment we're best friends, the next moment, we're best enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At the end of the game, the king and the pawn go into the same box says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it's damn amusing. One moment friends, the next enemies, then we'll be friends again (: Awesome. It's me and michelle btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-5082770281723476249?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/5082770281723476249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=5082770281723476249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/5082770281723476249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/5082770281723476249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-was-pretty-alright.html' title='Timeless'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-751475432046844298</id><published>2007-09-15T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T21:53:32.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RuvjkFZTr1I/AAAAAAAAANk/TLO8hHHuNB0/s1600-h/z108952938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110428411245080402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RuvjkFZTr1I/AAAAAAAAANk/TLO8hHHuNB0/s320/z108952938.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Found this on Linda's blog. Pretty amazing (: Tuition's the &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-751475432046844298?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/751475432046844298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=751475432046844298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/751475432046844298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/751475432046844298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/09/found-this-on-lindas-blog.html' title='Awesome!'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RuvjkFZTr1I/AAAAAAAAANk/TLO8hHHuNB0/s72-c/z108952938.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-4539798909212577684</id><published>2007-09-15T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T21:28:54.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was really wonderful with Caryn. (: I woke up early in the morning, thanks to Martyn who had to go to school at 7:30. I ate breakfast with daddy after sending him to school, wasn’t that bad. Then daddy bought me a drink from Mobil and I went to school. Met XY at the foyer and went to the library, well, we were the earliest. After that, we saw many other school students coming into the library, I nearly wanted to approach them and tell them that they are in the wrong school. Haha! I ended up greeting all of them with Gracia. It was pretty cool luh. A Math wasn’t that productive for me because I really already understand the topic that Mr Lee went through. I guess, pay attention in class really makes a huge difference. Plus tuition, that makes me invincible (: I did my Chinese and English there. After that, Caryn and I walked Twinkle down the hill before going to our bus-stop to wait for the bus. Oh yeah, Caryn borrowed a book on hand-signs. It’s an awesome book. (: Oh yeah, after that we went to town, some BK, and we ate lunch and studied (: It was damn fun, then we went shopping. And it was back to studying again. (: I guess, pictures speak a thousand words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RuvdHlZTrwI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ZtszGxWlhcQ/s1600-h/DSC00566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110421324549041922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RuvdHlZTrwI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ZtszGxWlhcQ/s320/DSC00566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; err, smilely with a mole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RuvdH1ZTrxI/AAAAAAAAANE/z3_JKQkw2QY/s1600-h/DSC00567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110421328844009234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RuvdH1ZTrxI/AAAAAAAAANE/z3_JKQkw2QY/s320/DSC00567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RuvdIFZTryI/AAAAAAAAANM/J5WIF23Uo9U/s1600-h/DSC00572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110421333138976546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RuvdIFZTryI/AAAAAAAAANM/J5WIF23Uo9U/s320/DSC00572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Upside down! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RuvdIFZTrzI/AAAAAAAAANU/79KtfT8bYF8/s1600-h/DSC00571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110421333138976562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RuvdIFZTrzI/AAAAAAAAANU/79KtfT8bYF8/s320/DSC00571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RuvdIFZTr0I/AAAAAAAAANc/JsASgNdrMj0/s1600-h/DSC00570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110421333138976578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RuvdIFZTr0I/AAAAAAAAANc/JsASgNdrMj0/s320/DSC00570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RuvcQVZTrrI/AAAAAAAAAMU/r5Ck8ksO920/s1600-h/DSC00545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110420375361269426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RuvcQVZTrrI/AAAAAAAAAMU/r5Ck8ksO920/s320/DSC00545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RuvcQlZTrsI/AAAAAAAAAMc/aR7ulGzefcA/s1600-h/DSC00546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110420379656236738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RuvcQlZTrsI/AAAAAAAAAMc/aR7ulGzefcA/s320/DSC00546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RuvcQlZTrtI/AAAAAAAAAMk/r3hMXIJEtwo/s1600-h/DSC00553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110420379656236754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RuvcQlZTrtI/AAAAAAAAAMk/r3hMXIJEtwo/s320/DSC00553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RuvcQ1ZTruI/AAAAAAAAAMs/RUvtHbW7gxU/s1600-h/DSC00554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110420383951204066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RuvcQ1ZTruI/AAAAAAAAAMs/RUvtHbW7gxU/s320/DSC00554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RuvcQ1ZTrvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/typFQNawhW0/s1600-h/DSC00565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110420383951204082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RuvcQ1ZTrvI/AAAAAAAAAM0/typFQNawhW0/s320/DSC00565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;haha, this is just random (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-4539798909212577684?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/4539798909212577684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=4539798909212577684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/4539798909212577684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/4539798909212577684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-was-really-wonderful-with-caryn.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RuvdHlZTrwI/AAAAAAAAAM8/ZtszGxWlhcQ/s72-c/DSC00566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-828312382104209355</id><published>2007-09-14T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T17:28:41.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is amazing(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm sorry caryn, love! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was amazing, really, though I can't remember what happened much. Lovely day with lovely people. I love &lt;strong&gt;f&lt;/strong&gt;ridays, &lt;strong&gt;f&lt;/strong&gt;riedrice and &lt;strong&gt;f&lt;/strong&gt;riends. Oh, NSL was being bitchy when she made me and Caryn wait to go to the toliet even though we had the tags, and she snatched the tags from us. I ended us laughing at her. Then, when we came back, she called Caryn to answer a Summary question. Caryn asked her what page, and she gave the -.-''' look. Then Caryn asked what question, and which paragraph and which line. I laughed at her (still laughing). Then NSL called me to answer the question instead, I laughed even more, and asked her all the questions Caryn asked. HAHAHAH. (Okay, Caryn here: Then Mich just COULDN'T stop laughing. And it's already like how 6 hours passed, and she's still laughing, shit. Help, someone :( Okay, I'd better rush home now. Ciao. OMG AND MICH JUST CRIED, LAUGHING. OKAY BYE :\)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-828312382104209355?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/828312382104209355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=828312382104209355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/828312382104209355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/828312382104209355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-is-amazing.html' title='Life is amazing(:'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-6318752889104217900</id><published>2007-09-14T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T14:00:07.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superwoman saves the day,</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone, my name is Caryn Lim and I rock! :D Today was a good day because Mich-o says Lu Dan is good. However, my whole day is totally spoiled because of Mich-o :( We were playing while walking to the toilet messing each other's hair then suddenly, MICH-O DECIDED TO SCRATCH ME AND MY SKIN CAME OFF AND IT BLED:( Then I was very very very sad and I went to wrap my hand like a mummy and Mich-o tied a double knot for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O levels paper are easy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll do it, smiling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(like real)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-6318752889104217900?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/6318752889104217900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=6318752889104217900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/6318752889104217900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/6318752889104217900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/09/superwoman-saves-day.html' title='Superwoman saves the day,'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-2553954593166417255</id><published>2007-09-13T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T18:47:54.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like the seasons without summer</title><content type='html'>Band has stopped for.. till 8th Oct. At least I can study properly now, but I end up sleeping!! Haha, today was pretty alright. School was the slowest ever. Everyone was moving like ___. I'm going to have to do much more studying. I want a L1R4 of below 20, but for FYEs, that's pretty tough cos I'm going to have to study like crazy. And most of the papers won't be easy according to our respective teachers. I really hope I do well, then I can enjoy Musical Evening. This would be the last Musical Evening as a member as CGSSB for me. I'm going to treasure it. I don't really have any BIGBIG solos this time, so it's not that taxing. After this year, next year will be crazy. Band will stop I guess, then we'll have to step down. Everything's happening so fast. I'll be going to Italy in December with the band (: Wonderful. I really can't wait for FYE to end, really. I can't wait to go to the beach again. (: Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta study now (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-2553954593166417255?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/2553954593166417255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=2553954593166417255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/2553954593166417255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/2553954593166417255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-is-like-seasons-without-summer.html' title='Life is like the seasons without summer'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-8280049972004778423</id><published>2007-09-10T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:59:35.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eadfjklsjfklsd?</title><content type='html'>Okay, someone ask me why I’m blogging when I have tons of undone homework. Man, band today was a blast, I don’t know why but even though I sounded pretty bad I felt that I’ve achieved quite a lot during today’s band practice, amazingly. Well, Mavis was sick today so she didn’t attend band practice. So I sat beside Vishaki who was sitting beside Alexandra, somehow, I managed to make them play pretty loud(to begin with). Mr Lee is coming tomorrow, I don’t know why, but I don’t want to disappoint him with our horrible playing. Our notes are all messed up and our parts are not secured. I hope all goes well. Band was pretty fun today as well. Sandra was, well, practicing frenching? Haha, tonguing huh, pretty innovative Sandra. And Vishaki and I were pretty involved in laughing at her. It was damn amusing. Guess what else I did today?! I ‘borrowed’ many phones, took a picture of me and put it as their phone wall papers. Cool or what? Maybe this is just one of my distressing methods after a long day of school. School was alright today, I guess. Nothing went wrong except for the dan during recess, it wasn’t lu enough! And besides that, I didn’t really feel like having recess. I didn’t finish anything I bought at all man. Maybe something’s really wrong with me, but what can it be? I don’t’ know for sure, but I guess I’ll find out one day. Life is just so unpredictable. We must definitely treasure what we have in life and not take the things we have forgranted. Mrs chua said something worth remembering today, and I was pretty touched by her words. Well, I can’t remember exactly what she said, but she meant to say that we should not study and learn for ourselves, or because we’re forced to but rather with a goal of learning for the sake of others. For example, we can learn and become a doctor and help the unfortunate or less privileged people of this world. I feel, since we’re so fortunate to have almost everything anyone could wish for in this world, why do we sometimes take it forgranted. We should be thankful and contented with what we have, and not be upset over what we are missing. My previous motto in life was to “live life to the fullest” now, I just want to be happy and lead a life that will be beneficial to others, and not just to myself. Life is meant to be a learning lesson. Experiences we go through help us to grow as man, learning with each step of the way, encouraging people as we go on, what else can be better than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday I missed church for a band workshop. Now, I don’t know whether it was really worth it since I didn’t really learn much. Okay, I must admit that the guy was really good at his playing and it kinda inspired me. But, knowing quite a number of people now, I don’t feel as inspired as I usually would. Recalling the Kenny G concert, after the concert, I was in awe. Never knew someone could carry out circular breathing the way he does it, and his tone and everything impressed me to the maximum. I was truly amazed at his talent and after that, I worked really hard to be like him. But this time, I don’t really feel this way? I guess it wasn’t that productive, though I got a little inspired? He could play really really softly. Oh, maybe it was because of the language barrier? I don’t know. Anyway, tuition after that was alright I guess. Lunch was with JFM, Joan and Mavis. Mavis, even though you will not see this, Get Well Soon alright! I took a cab back home after that with my heavy instrument. I guess, life is just better enjoyed when with company?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-8280049972004778423?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/8280049972004778423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=8280049972004778423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/8280049972004778423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/8280049972004778423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/09/eadfjklsjfklsd.html' title='eadfjklsjfklsd?'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-554020479330695336</id><published>2007-09-08T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T21:43:38.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is just so unpredictable</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back from Malacca. Shopping wasn't as productive as I expected it to be. But it was a wonderful time with family. (: We watched two movies, Ratatouille and Invasion. Invasion was damn scary, I screamed in the middle of the show, and my shoe fell off, super embarrasing cos the row infront turned around to stare at me. Okay, apart from that, we had alot of wonderful meals. Different varieties luh. We also swam, and tanned? I don't know, I still look the same. I need a new hair cut, my fringe is getting in the way. Okay, there's the Jap workshop tomorrow, I guess I ought to sleep early and wake up early. Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;"But Jesus beheld them, and said unto them, With men this is impossible, but with God, all things are possible." Matthew 19:26&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-554020479330695336?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/554020479330695336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=554020479330695336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/554020479330695336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/554020479330695336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-im-back-from-malacca.html' title='Life is just so unpredictable'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-244071049944382613</id><published>2007-09-03T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T21:29:35.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for rain</title><content type='html'>LBK's the best, really. He made the class wake up friggin early, and guess who was late, him. And the 4hours were spent doing homework. Lame!(Does handsigns) OMG, and we found out, Mr Lee's married and he doesn't wear a ring(He claims it to be habitual). Wth, I really pity his wife. Anyway, band was alright. Vishaki's going to play for musical evening, that means "horray", but now, I don't know if I should move Mavis back up with me to first, cos it'll mean two first and two seconds, which mean that the sound won't be balanced, but I'll feel damn bad if Mavis feels sad about not being able to play the first part with me. I don't know what to do! Puzzled, and confused. Suggestions anyone? I guess I should just leave it as it is first right? I play first part alone, and the 3 of them play second yeah. I know I'll have to train alot on stamina and energy to survive the many pieces. I just reorganised my band file, and realised how much I'll have to play. I don't know if I should still play Steamboat Race and Big Fun with the sec ones and twos, or should I just let them be. See first luh, I already photocopied the pieces, won't want to waste them, do I? I guess I'll play with them, second with Alexandra (: I'll let Mavis decide whether she wants to play yeah, I won't force her or take her out of it. Aiya, everything changes with each passing day, I'll see first yeah. Maybe yes, then again, maybe not. You know, there's A Maths and Chem tomorrow. I really dread going to school, seriously. I don't really get A Maths in such a big group. Neither do I get LCP's teaching. I know, I ought to really pay attention, but I really can't get anything out of it, so what's the point of even listening huh. Pretty retarded. I got alot of homework to do as well. Mum just told me that the Malacca trip's on, and we'll be leaving on Thursday and coming back on Saturday evening. I really hope I don't over do it, I might just decide to bring somework along to do, so that I'll be able to finish up all my homework. And besides, the last time we went, I ended up sleeping on the couch in the living room cos my brother's snore very loudly, and they punch and kick me too. So, instead of sleeping with them, I decided to let them sleep on their own, and I sacrifice and sleep on the couch. What a noble sister. (: Not too humble a person I am huh! Okay, my sentences are getting weirder and weirder, I'm going to sleep now. Another long and tiring day tomorrow, I just wish for ____. Er, that was random, and I haven't thought of anything that fits the blank right now apart from my 100++ wallet. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag Replies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nadia;&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, thanks, but that was really pure luck. I didn't really study much for it. Yeah, and I linked you, honoured huh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eunice;&lt;/strong&gt; Your results are much better than mine! Keep it up yeah! I really miss you and all your nonsense! &gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caryn;&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks dearest! I'm so much better now already, thanks for your concern. Now, it's my turn to say, get well soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sherine;&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, okay. Thanks anyway (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle;&lt;/strong&gt; Aiya, you're so smart, surely won't get retained one luh. My results this time was really pure luck, apart from the subjects which I studied really hard for, which aren't much. You know, I'm not as smart as you dear. You can do it yeah! (: Jiayou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felicia;&lt;/strong&gt; It's alright yeah. I'm over it. Anyway, it's only right to book me right? Aiya, I get booked so often this days, must be a bad luck streak. I hope it'll be over when school reopens! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-244071049944382613?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/244071049944382613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=244071049944382613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/244071049944382613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/244071049944382613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/09/time-for-rain.html' title='Time for rain'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-5584522666438060284</id><published>2007-09-01T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T14:35:15.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I know what you're really think of me</title><content type='html'>Okay, feeling sick again. Slight fever again. Don't know what's come up with me these few days, I keep falling sick. And my homework keeps piling up like crazy. I won't be going for the BBQ tonight. Well, life has been pretty slack after ct, I got to turn on my engine again, and start studying for the upcoming fyes or else I'm just going to fall flat down. Next week's going to be a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Lesson with LBK I think, 8 to 12. Then it's band all the way to 5.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, Lesson with LTB 8 to 12. Band again till 5.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, Lesson with LCP 8 to 12.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday to Saturday, might just be going overseas.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, church and tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there goes my holidays. School's holidays are never just holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-5584522666438060284?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/5584522666438060284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=5584522666438060284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/5584522666438060284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/5584522666438060284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/09/do-i-know-what-youre-really-think-of-me.html' title='Do I know what you&apos;re really think of me'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-2830151132322406018</id><published>2007-08-31T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T23:22:22.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to find out why you're always on my mind.</title><content type='html'>Okay, Life has been certainly a change of movements. Today was a wonderful day. Teacher's Day and ACEs Day was absolutely lame. But after that was just fun. (: Went out with Sarah, Twinkle, XY, Rachael, Caryn. They were the best ever. Watched Hairspray, well, it wasn't as boring as I thought it would be. It was pretty good in fact. After that, Sarah and Twinkle left. And it was left with me, rach, xy and caryn. We decided to go to the library to read books and sleep. Ended up sitting down cam-whoring, and reading magazines. (: Then Caryn left and it was down to me and rach[again]. We window-shopped quite abit. I got so many stuff on my list. I reallyreally want that wallet that costs 110bucks at tangs. I want to get alotalot of clothes too! Parents might be taking family to Malaysia during the short holiday. I hope I don't slack too much. Like, FYE's so near. Okay, talking to rach on the phone. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-2830151132322406018?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/2830151132322406018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=2830151132322406018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/2830151132322406018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/2830151132322406018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/08/trying-to-find-out-why-youre-always-on.html' title='Trying to find out why you&apos;re always on my mind.'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-543232741603963238</id><published>2007-08-30T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:44:21.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were a butterfly, I'll fly and fly go anywhere.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The worst things that can happen, that happened today.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I got my _____.&lt;br /&gt;2) I got booked for skirt.&lt;br /&gt;3) My result slip had wrong marks.&lt;br /&gt;4) Lu dan didn't taste as marvellous as before.&lt;br /&gt;5) I didn't finish Physics Workbook.&lt;br /&gt;6) I have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ALOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of chinese homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;7) I have a new wallet on my wishlist.&lt;br /&gt;8) My result slip looks damn ugly with the two underlined subjects.&lt;br /&gt;9) My dad loves me so much, he insists that I massage him. [err. this happens everyday]&lt;br /&gt;10) My section has loads of problems now, and I refuse to think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH! My life is damn __ up. Someone, take me away from reality now! After reading so many articles with rachael, I realise how horrible men are. I'm going to be a single women. [I'm lying]. Shit, I'm becoming to sarcastic again. This is bad, and so not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-543232741603963238?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/543232741603963238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=543232741603963238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/543232741603963238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/543232741603963238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-i-were-butterfly-ill-fly-and-fly-go.html' title='If I were a butterfly, I&apos;ll fly and fly go anywhere.'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-233893981622655843</id><published>2007-08-29T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T19:09:23.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Or should I play with caution and refrain?</title><content type='html'>Results has been &lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt; so far, &lt;em&gt;apart from maybe english and CH. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English - 40, E8&lt;br /&gt;Chinese - 60, B4&lt;br /&gt;E Maths - 80, A1&lt;br /&gt;A Maths - 65, B3&lt;br /&gt;Physics - 71.1, A2&lt;br /&gt;Chem - 51, C6&lt;br /&gt;Geography - 68, B3&lt;br /&gt;CH - 42, E8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've improved in every single subject, except English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my long post just got deleted cos I changed the title. Shall summarise what I just typed. Err, time's running out, and there's alot to do, in school and in band. I've been sick, and haven't been to school for two days now, I miss recess and my friends (: ... Okay, I really can't remember what I wrote, okay, time to give up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-233893981622655843?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/233893981622655843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=233893981622655843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/233893981622655843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/233893981622655843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/08/results-has-been-awesome-so-far-apart.html' title='Or should I play with caution and refrain?'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-309923071348247549</id><published>2007-08-24T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T12:14:13.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag Replies! (:</title><content type='html'>Xiangyi: Haha, I like Shall We Dance too! I did suggest that to the band, then everyone went like 'huh what's that'! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: Congrats for Physics, I bet you're damn happy. I'm sure that I'm going to fail Physics, because I didn't really study much for it. A1 for E Maths was the best, at least I don't think LBK will book me again for not doing my homework. (: I must definately work harder for FEY. Jiayou yeah! Love! Oh yeah, Rachael told you already right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachael: Mencini sounds damn nice!! &lt;3 Haha, we're really going crazy huh! Must wait till JC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth: Haha, hello! I'll link you another time alright! Damn lazy now! Thanks for the compliment anyway. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XY: Updated alot of time already!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-309923071348247549?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/309923071348247549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=309923071348247549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/309923071348247549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/309923071348247549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/08/tag-replies.html' title='Tag Replies! (:'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-2534338280776608488</id><published>2007-08-24T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T12:07:11.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s the start of something new.</title><content type='html'>I passed E Maths, like really well,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;80, A1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; I really didn’t know how I did it, and LBK was still being so sarcastic with me, like WTH. Passed everything so far apart from English, I really didn’t know how I managed to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fail English(!!!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe it’s because of the teacher, okay, since I can’t rely on her. I’m going to work hard. I’m going to read a lot of books and watch a lot of TV shows &lt;3!&gt;&lt;u&gt;Geog was pretty well done too&lt;/u&gt;, though it’s not distinction, I felt, I really tried my best, but it was half a mark more to A2. So, yeah. (: Oh yeah, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I passed Chem too&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, just passed it though, but it’s already considered a big improvement since I’ve been failing it ever since the beginning of the year. Going to get back the paper later, I bet I almost failed because of the last question! Okay, will end here. The weekends are here again. I just changed socks, for don’t know what reason. I guess I just wanted to feel more comfortable! I’ll be watching a lot of TV during the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t wait! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-2534338280776608488?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/2534338280776608488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=2534338280776608488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/2534338280776608488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/2534338280776608488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-start-of-something-new.html' title='It’s the start of something new.'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-9129970431728711084</id><published>2007-08-23T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T08:31:41.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, there's finally time. Today's the last day of matthew's exams, I can finally use the com freely at home again. I guess it doesn't really make much of a difference since I use the com at school huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Yesterday was Sarah's birthday. Started at midnight, wishing her a happybirthday. Okay, we went to celebrate her birthday at Sakae Sushi. It was a blast with Peas. Felt totally at ease after the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed B3 for A maths and B4 for Chinese, not bad for an improvement. Since I failed the last time. (: I'm pretty proud of myself. Hope the rest of the subjects don't let me down! Apart from Physics which I didn't really try so hard for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band today, I really hope we don't scrape Noah's Ark, seriously. I've practiced really hard, I can play almost everything now already from the first to the last movement. I guess that's just not enough. I need to help the rest of my section with it as well. I will, after the sec four's english Oral ends. It'll be pretty good. Going to go through Mencini and some other pieces today, hope it goes alright. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-9129970431728711084?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/9129970431728711084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=9129970431728711084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/9129970431728711084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/9129970431728711084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/08/okay-theres-finally-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-3321472829846950676</id><published>2007-08-21T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T22:29:00.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I let myself go and see the rain?</title><content type='html'>Okay, after pretty long, I'm back (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad the exams are over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band today was pretty alright apart from the beginning when I felt damn sick and everything. Noah's Ark was the Love. I could play almost flawlessly (: Shit, I sound damn ego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-3321472829846950676?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/3321472829846950676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=3321472829846950676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/3321472829846950676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/3321472829846950676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/08/do-i-let-myself-go-and-see-rain.html' title='Do I let myself go and see the rain?'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-6549789577692668831</id><published>2007-08-14T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T19:28:00.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I think too much, I find there's just a hole</title><content type='html'>Okay, since I'm taking a short little break from studies, I decided to blog (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall reply tags first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sarah;&lt;/strong&gt; Hello (: The stripes are damn pretty girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rachael;&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, thanks for the encouragement yeah (: I still don't get it, what's interesting crapola?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twinkle;&lt;/strong&gt; I love you endlessly too! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xiangyi;&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks, I love the new skin alot (: Yeah, I linked as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kow;&lt;/strong&gt; Thanks yeah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle;&lt;/strong&gt; You're damn smart la, I'm the stupider one huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celestine;&lt;/strong&gt; Haha, but you're topping your class, so it's alright what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dawn;&lt;/strong&gt; I love you too! (: I can't come for A Maths this week, I'll be going for band. Sorry yeah! But, have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eunice;&lt;/strong&gt; I replied every single tag anyone tags. (: I kinda forgot your URL huh! Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carissa;&lt;/strong&gt; Hello! Haha, thanks yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gracia;&lt;/strong&gt; I love you alot too! That day was really fun, and most importantly, productive! Thanks for everything yeah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, these few days has been good and bad at the same time. Yesterday, I passed everything I got back, which includes, chinese, physics and history. Surprisingly, I managed to get 6 over 7 for history. I didn't even study for it! And Physics was even better, 15 over 25!?! I really can't believe it yeah, things were so going my way. I even got a new mouthpiece that costs 400bucks. I'm damn happy about it. Tried it out today, sounded pretty good (: I'll be using it on Saturday I guess. Don't know whether Alexandra wants to use my old one which is still rather new. She'll be the second owner, and since it was used by me before, it's an honour! Shit, I'm being damn ego. Okay, I must really tone down. Okay, I went for band today. I was the only sec3. I don't regret it much, cos I managed to finish my chinese newspaper report before band. (: Managed to talk to the sec twos quite abit. I showered chuxuan with water again! I was wet too. Haha, pretty fun! Today's school was damn ____ up. I'm so going fo fail physics SPA, and I failed SS. AC made me feel damn bad since I was her SS rep. I guess I really got alot to improve on. And I will improve! Okay, apart from that, recess and lunch was really wonderful with all the people I love, thanks guys for being there for me. I'm so glad to have such wonderful friends, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-6549789577692668831?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/6549789577692668831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=6549789577692668831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/6549789577692668831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/6549789577692668831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/08/if-i-think-too-much-i-find-theres-just.html' title='If I think too much, I find there&apos;s just a hole'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-2782771897320146694</id><published>2007-08-10T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T21:28:21.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On a positive note to life..</title><content type='html'>I don’t know what to do anymore. So, I’m not doing anything about it. Maybe this is my way of escaping from reality? Today was some huge rollercoaster for me, don’t really want to mention much on the down part of things. I went to KAP to study with friends, who were the best ever. Comforting me, cheering me up, having fun, cam whoring! (: I love you guys. Studied with Gracia, Twinkle, Sarah and Rachael, they were the best ever! Managed to get quite abit of work done. I finished up on all my A math homework, did a half a English comprehension, studied the whole of  SS’ chapter 5. I’m just glad that I went for KAP despite the fact that I went for the parade yesterday and only reached home at 11plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, was pretty alright. I went for Church in the morning, and tuition in the afternoon. Oh, met Linda at Taka before going for tuition. OUB was giving out balloons, and Linda wanted one, so I decided to take one too, since it was free. (: The balloons were so pretty in black. The guy asked me to stretch out my hand, I did, and he tied the balloon string around my wrist. I was like ‘wth’. I’m not some 5-year old kid, but it was great to be able to relive childhood again. Tuition was pretty alright, kinda shut myself out from the rest of the tuition group with Linda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, the day ended pretty fast. Well, for band, we did Noah’s Ark and Wind and Tree. It was damn tiring, really. I’m so glad that I can play Noah’s Ark pretty well, I know I shouldn’t be so arrogant, but it took me really long time and effort to reach this stage of where I am now. I’m proud of myself. I hope I can learn a lot of stuff when playing with the Alumni. I wish I could play with the Alumni for their own concert pieces, they are playing damn nice pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, pretty fast day as well, can’t remember much though. I know that we did Noah’s Ark again, and my lip was damn swollen. Bled at night. I guess I practice much too much for my own good. I promise this won’t happen again, it’ll just kill my lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, national day celebration. The band sounded pretty soft for the March-in. And according to Gracia, we sounded very soft for the concert too. This makes me really sad, I don’t know, maybe we haven’t really improved much since the sec fours left. The celebration after that was damn boring, as compared to last year. I kept lying down on sarah’s shoulder, pretty tired after the whole day as well. Geography lessons after that, was just ____ to get back into the studying mood. Ate lunch with Caryn and twinkle after that. (: Had quite a lot of fun. Met daddy and mummy and martyn at ajisen for a second lunch, okay la, desert. The desert was damn nice, a new experience all-together. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I did quite abit of work in the morning. Slept abit as well, then left for Marina Bay. We reached pretty early to avoid the crowd. I’m damn lazy to elaborate, so this is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is it, my life for now. I won’t be blogging till after Common test, which would end on the 21st. I won’t be going for the full band practices as well. Should be going back for at least one practice though, look out for me! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-2782771897320146694?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/2782771897320146694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=2782771897320146694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/2782771897320146694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/2782771897320146694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-positive-note-to-life.html' title='On a positive note to life..'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-1184481378852717317</id><published>2007-08-03T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T23:20:56.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With all my heart I sing!</title><content type='html'>Recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, school was alright. Had chinese remedial in the afternoon! I'm in love with chinese remedial. Laoshi's the nicest teacher ever. Benefited alot from it. Oh, I also found out that I passed chinese test! Okay, just passed. 25 over 50. But I'm really glad I passed. I slept almost throughout the paper, and didn't really check. I scored mostly at the open ended compre because I copied out the 1st para for first question, so and so forth. After that, went through Wind and Tree during band. I realised how much my sight-reading sucks. I made like 2 wrong notes (!!!!!) I guess no one's ever perfect without practice. I also decided to play for national day as it'll be the last national day with the band. Time really flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, today. School was alright. Went down for recess with rach. (: I really &lt;3 recesses. School was alright. I switched places with Huiwei again, for a third day consecutively. Geography test, the first two periods. Ran mass run with Dawn, and we were reciting our notes on the way. In the end, I forgot everything! And mass run became Mentally and Physically tiring. Haha, but it was fun running with Dawn &lt;3! Went home with Kelley, realised how horrible my time management is. I always use the excuse of no time, but actually, it's actually my terrible time management as the cause. I guess, I gotta really buck up. And get right back on task. Finished quite alot of work today! I can't wait for sunday! (: &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-1184481378852717317?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/1184481378852717317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=1184481378852717317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/1184481378852717317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/1184481378852717317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/08/recap.html' title='With all my heart I sing!'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-3930824463762137367</id><published>2007-08-03T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T10:35:39.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wherever he leads me, I will go</title><content type='html'>These few days, I do the weirdest of stuff. I don’t know why, because of the overwhelming happenings around me? Or maybe, it is just me. Something’s taking over my mind, and I’m going to over take it. I’m going to get my good grades this time round. I’m not going to get 37 for L1R5 again, ever. But, somehow, I don’t think that I’ll be able to achieve my goal, my target. I guess I must have confidence in myself in order to achieve what I set out to do. I will do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"No One"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am moving through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find myself&lt;br /&gt;Feel like a guitar that's never played&lt;br /&gt;Will someone strum away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]And I ask myself&lt;br /&gt;Who do I wanna be?&lt;br /&gt;Do I wanna throw away the key?&lt;br /&gt;and invent a whole new me&lt;br /&gt;and I tell myself&lt;br /&gt;No One, No One&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be&lt;br /&gt;No One&lt;br /&gt;But me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are moving through the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find yourself&lt;br /&gt;Feelin' like a doll left on a shelf&lt;br /&gt;Will someone take you down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]And you ask yourself&lt;br /&gt;Who do I wanna be?&lt;br /&gt;Do I wanna throw away the key?&lt;br /&gt;and invent a whole new me&lt;br /&gt;Gotta tell yourself&lt;br /&gt;No One, No One&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be&lt;br /&gt;No One&lt;br /&gt;But me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life plays out on the shadows of the wall&lt;br /&gt;You turn the light on to erase it all&lt;br /&gt;You wonder what it's like to not feel worthless&lt;br /&gt;So open all the blinds and all the curtains&lt;br /&gt;No One, No One&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be&lt;br /&gt;No One&lt;br /&gt;But me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are moving through the crowd...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-3930824463762137367?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/3930824463762137367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=3930824463762137367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/3930824463762137367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/3930824463762137367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/08/wherever-he-leads-me-i-will-go.html' title='Wherever he leads me, I will go'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-2628584374800323980</id><published>2007-08-01T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T17:38:26.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, maybe, &lt;u&gt;just maybe&lt;/u&gt;, I'm pressurizing myself too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thursday, considering that it's wednesday, I can't remember much. There was speech day rehearsals I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I can't remember also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was speech day. Things I looked forward to didn't really happen, there wasn't any section renuion. Mavis and I kept questioning each other during the whole thing. The name reading was damn boring, as usual. The dance perfomance was the best ever. Liwei, said, the first time we played disney, my solo was soft (!!!) I'm glad the second time was alright. Cos, the second time, we played for our seniors. After that, I had lunch out with Yiyuan and Nadia, best ever! (: Oh man, I really love you guys. Though lunch wasn't that long, but it was great especially with great band friends (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, church in the morning, pretty alright. We read matthew 12, had a discussion in small group. Soon Kuan made the discussion pretty interesting, but it was too early in the morning for me, and I didn't really talk much. I guess, I'm really not much of a morning person. Lunch at Tiong Market[I think.] Some where there, but it was some pretty high class place, and the food was pretty good, and expensive as well huh. After that, went for tuition. Tuition was super dead without Clarence, I realised. Went down with Linda to get our food before the next tuition. 4 to 6 was pretty alright. I can't remember much now though. Had dinner with Joshua after that. (: Then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I can't remmeber what happened except for band. Band was well, really chaotic. I don't really want to elaborate since whatever happened, happened for a purpose I guess. We'll just have to continue improving and become the best we can be, not just for ourselves or the CCA points. But because, we love the band. Had a almost two hour long chat with Mavis over the phone after that. I realised how some people can be so hypocritical sometimes. I guess we all have our weaknesses, and we can't condemn anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, was crazy, really!! Mock tests after Mock tests. School really pulls us to our limits, and sometimes, over them. E math was already super tiring, but to have SS after that, was just _____. Maybe teachers just don't understand us, and think we're super heros who are ready to take on any challenge anywhere, anytime, anyplace. I guess, as students, we have no choice and no say in this. We just have to carry on, surviving as best as we can. After that, there was still about half an hour of band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad today's Wednesday. There's still Thursday and Friday to the weekends! I can't wait. Today was alright, in fact I kinda love today alot. All the lessons were super slack and everything. There was a new History teacher, and I can't say that she was interesting. I wanted to sleep. Chinese test was impossible, I fell asleep halfway and laoshi woke me up with a knock with her pen. Kinda scared me, I continued the paper after that, I still finished it, and had ample time for more sleep. People around me were still frantically doing the paper. This scared me, I guess my papers are usually done pretty fast. Went home with Gracia and Sarah, I think there's something wrong with me, really. So, I'm sorry if I do anything wrong or hurt anyone yeah. I didn't do it intentionally. Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-2628584374800323980?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/2628584374800323980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=2628584374800323980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/2628584374800323980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/2628584374800323980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/08/okay-maybe-just-maybe-im-pressurizing.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-6361834919314899080</id><published>2007-07-25T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T12:01:53.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I try so hard, but everytime I try, I fail. So, what's the point of even trying anymore? Then, I tell myself to give up, but even that, I don't know how to even give up. I want so hard to quit school, but I don't even know how to go about it. I guess, a failure will always be one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I realised that without posts, my tagboard becomes really dead as well.&lt;br /&gt;Recap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, was pretty alright. Don't really want to elaborate much though. Church was fine, and tuition was well, undescrible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, we had speech day rehearsal. Well, our class was one of the first few classes dismissed as it was our early day. We immediately ate lunch and went to the band room. Though we didn't bring up everything immediately, we helped in the end. I'm really sorry, xiangyi. I really should get my piorities right yeah. I've learnt from my mistakes. It won't happen again. We brought up all the stuff. I tried my best not to complain and stuff. But hearing people around me complain about the hardwork at bringing up the instruments really makes me wonder. One Band One Sound. Are we really one band one sound? Just simple tasks like this, and we start to complain like that? I guess, we really need to work more on our attitudes and everything towards band. It isn't an overnight thing where this kind of attitudes can change. However, at the end of everything, when we had to bring the stuff back down, I overheard juniors saying that there's no need to go up so fast, and when they went up slower, the people infront can carry all the heavy stuff, and they could just carry the lighter items back down to the band room. Sometimes, I really wonder why they even bother joining the band. It's like, we're one band, shouldn't we alll help one another to the best of our abilities? I don't know, and I guess I've no rights to critize anyone since I'm not perfect myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, lessons were pretty alright. I don't know why, but everytime I want to do my chinese homework, it just puts me away. In the end, I end up staring at it, and not get anything done at all. Maybe, just maybe, it's just me. Everyone around me seems to be doing so well, balancing studies and CCA, I don't know anything anymore. I don't understand anything as well. Anyway, after that, we had band. We were supposed to have sectionals and woodwind combines. But, thanks to the school's hectic schedule, there was oral going on again. Thus we weren't supposed to play outside of the band room. I'm glad the band room's sound proof, or else, band will be cancelled, or we'll have to practice at the service road. Mrs Chua took combines, and we went through Danse Diabolique and Stand By Me. I don't know why, but the rhythms in Stand By Me, seems to be more complicated than Danse Diabolique. I guess I have to work on it, with my section as well. There's so much to do, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, today. Pretty alright so far, it's A Math now, and LTB's trying to get the com on the projector. I bettter start to pay attention now? (: I'll try. But I don't know if I'll fail again. I hope band [speech day rehearsal &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;!] goes alright today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-6361834919314899080?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/6361834919314899080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=6361834919314899080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/6361834919314899080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/6361834919314899080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-try-so-hard-but-everytime-i-try-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-119378101729873748</id><published>2007-07-21T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T21:08:57.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, recap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, had speech day rehearsal, wasted alot of time sitting there waiting for the other groups to do their stuff, we only played fanfare and school song there?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, I was afraid LCP will ban me from doing practical, in the end everything went alright. Even physics, last minute work before the lesson proved to be helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, was alright, racial harmony day. The performance was pretty funny. But lessons after that was :/ Daddy picked me up for lunch with mum and matthew at IMM. We ate at cafe cartel, the food was good yeah. And thanks to me, we had a 30% discount! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, also today. Went for A math consulation, I think I got the hang of modulus now. But, I need the discipline and time to sit down to do the assigments so that, I can hand them up. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's sunday (: I can't wait for church and tuition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-119378101729873748?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/119378101729873748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=119378101729873748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/119378101729873748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/119378101729873748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/07/okay-recap-wednesday-had-speech-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-8372728413491722994</id><published>2007-07-18T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T09:05:32.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I really need to blog, after not touching the internet for almost two weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;, oral was cancelled, and well, lessons went pretty alright, since I can’t really remember what happened. Ohoh, I failed A math test. I think I got the lowest in class. 4 out of 25. I got booked for not &lt;u&gt;HANDING IN E MATH HOMEWORK&lt;/u&gt;! Okay, maybe it’s my fault, it was in my daily file all these time, and I just didn’t hand it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday,&lt;/strong&gt; mock tests were the craziest, never knew how 2 science tests in a row would kill brain cells. Well, the plus point was that, there was absolutely no teacher in the class as well. I guess we just had to do the stuff without any supervision. After that we had band, band fiesta rehearsal again. I set up my instrument for like &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;less than an hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;, no band today, went home with Gracia at around 3plus after finishing up on E maths homework, and well, I still got booked for it &lt;strong&gt;[again]&lt;/strong&gt; anyway, so it doesn’t really make much of a difference. Within 3 days, I got booked by the same teacher twice for no particular reason. He just loves to pick on me. I guess, I’ll just have to accept it, and make the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;, had oral with ravi, well it wasn’t exactly the best, but it was pretty good. Also had SPA, I memorized everything and it went pretty well, &lt;u&gt;I got pretty good readings&lt;/u&gt; as well. I’m glad everything worked out fine. We had band fiesta rehearsals as well, and since I had oral in the early afternoon, I missed the first part of combines. I missed playing danse diabolique! Really wasted, I wanted to play it. Anyway, we played band fiesta pieces after that. Had to go through HSM also, stood up in front with all the other sec threes. The performance of the band was really messed up and everything. I guess after all the commenting and everything, the band &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;improved&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;, early in the morning,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I vomited out a pretty substantial amount of blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, it really scared me. I guess maybe it was because of Friday the thirteen. Perhaps. Other than that, everything went pretty alright! I went home with Caryn and twinkle, we ended up eating at KFC, twinkle’s favourite. Well, it was a new, refreshing experience to be eating with caryn and twinkle. Zinger burgers and cheese fries [with chilli]! I guess it was a change in eating habits for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;, there was band in the morning, well, there was also A math consultation. Went for an hour of band first before heading of for A maths at the library. A maths was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I finally understand chapter 4. I’m going to go for A math this week as well. I guess, two hours of math tuition on Sunday isn’t quite enough to pass A maths. Band was pretty alright. From the library, I could hear the sound of the band, we sounded really good. I actually thought it was a recording playing. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;We sounded really amazing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, though at a lot times, there were very raw notes. My section was extremely soft as compared to the others. Well, I guess we’ve a lot to work on before the next event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;, our big day! Started of the morning with church, didn’t really manage to gain much from church. Finally, we didn’t have combined classes. The class was small again! We had only one guy in the class, Jeremy. Poor thing! I left at 11.45 to meet daddy in the church canteen. &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My dad’s the best&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, he ferried me to and fro, okay, not just me, my whole section as well. We ate lunch at tiong baru plaza, at the food court because fast food was ruled out. I ate handmade noodles with Mavis. It tasted pretty good for a hungry person like me who skips breakfast. After that, we took neos, it was damn amusing! We were pretty late, rushed down to meet daddy, he fetched us back to school! Thankyou daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching school, took a picture with xiangyi, Linda and sweechen in the parade square. (: Went to the toilet with Mavis to get changed into my white blouse and black skirt. I was wearing a pinkish-red shirt with jeans to church before that. We had to go to many toilets before we found the opened one! I can’t believe that &lt;strong&gt;school locks up even toilets&lt;/strong&gt;! Who would steal toilet paper man! After was individual practice, section tuning before combined warm ups and going through. After all of that, had short SL meeting before heading to Botanical Gardens, well, &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wore high heels there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And fortunately for me, the ground wasn’t too soft or else I would have died there. I was pretty frustrated for awhile thanks to _____, then, I sang songs and with Mavis’ constant encouragement, I managed to get back on my feet! Solo was pretty screwed up, thanks to my forgetfulness. I totally forgot to put down the mic. End up, my solo was &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;damn nice, but soft (!!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, the band playing wasn’t exactly up to standard but I guess with all the pressure and the huge crowd, we did our best! (: Okay, after the performance, we watched the other bands, they were much better, entertaining wise yeah. I guess, we have much to learn from. Soon, it started to rain; we rushed back to shelter to protect our instruments! Everything was chaotic and everything, but the leaders managed to manage the band pretty well considering that it was their first time. Went back to school, dad fetched me home! It was a really &lt;em&gt;pleasant&lt;/em&gt; journey to BG. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt; [the day before yesterday], was great! We had SLs cum band leaders meeting then outing. It was a really great trip to Plaza Sing. First was the meeting, then we went out for lunch. Supposedly at pizza hut, but since we had to wait half an hour for pizza, we decided to go to long john silver. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was the best ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Though Mavis had a clumsy moment, it was pretty alright, we cleared up the mess and fortunately, I brought tissue paper &lt;u&gt;amazingly&lt;/u&gt;. (: After that, we shopped around. We went to spotlight and took one thousand pictures! Joan is such a great cam whore! After that was fried mars bars! They were simply heavenly; I guess it was a new experience to have fried mars bars! Went home with Nadia, Joan and Celestine after that, they were &lt;u&gt;wonderful friends&lt;/u&gt; and great listeners as well! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt; [yesterday], was pretty much alright, lessons as normal. And we took the mock test with our notes and everything! It was okay yeah. Band afterwards was pretty okay, for the Italy trip, not many people are confirmed going. I think that’s pretty sad, because the trip will be a wonderful way to&lt;strong&gt; expose us and for us to gain experience&lt;/strong&gt; from the other players in the other bands! I guess, if it’s really impossible to raise the amount, it can’t be helped; we can share the experience though. (: After that, went home, I accidentally cut my wrist, I don’t know why, but my parents thought I wanted to kill myself. Seriously, I won’t want to die such a horrible death and suffer during the period. It wouldn’t be very advisable! Leaders went for the SYF presentation, I really wished I could go though, I guess I can’t have everything in life. It was a really good concert, and I missed it. Okay, there will be better ones to come I guess. Should I go for NJC etude concert? But it’s so close to common test, I better not, in case I really can’t cope with the homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today’s&lt;/strong&gt; going to be a very long day and tiring day. Speech day is coming up, and rehearsals are going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good time management is the essence to success! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-8372728413491722994?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/8372728413491722994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=8372728413491722994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/8372728413491722994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/8372728413491722994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/07/okay-i-really-need-to-blog-after-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-3665482938593815039</id><published>2007-07-08T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T20:57:25.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GREAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started of with church in the morning, we had combined classes yet again. Well, there was staring going on again. Next time we have combined classes, I'll wear sunglasses or something! It's scary to have people staring okay! Anyway, learnt quite abit from church. After that was lunch at Pizza Hut with family followed by tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 to 4, it was pretty much alright. Michelle didn't have much of a chance to communicate with hedgy this time. Linda came today yeah. Met Mavis at the entrance of tuition, gave her our usual hug. Smsed Mavis over Clarence's phone. 2 to 4 tuition ended pretty quickly. Then 4 to 6 tuition. Went down with Linda to get our food. We decided on macs and chips. (: I bought the fries while Linda got the chips. Then, we went back up. Tuition was alright, apart from staring games. I feel so attractive eh! People everywhere keeps staring at me. (: Went back with Oliver mainly, had to answer quite a number of questions! I tried hard to avoid them. In the end, I gave up, and answered them. Train ride home was pretty much alright, played games on my phone. Okay, now I'm back home! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the start of a new week. A Math test and English Oral. I don't know why, I don't feel prepared at all, but I just don't feel like doing anything about it. I guess I don't have a choice do I? I'll do A Maths holiday homework later so I'll feel more prepared. And I'll read out the questions with perfect english for oral! That's like killing two birds with one stone. I'll practice with questions from the TYS also yeah! Okay, Michellina stop dreaming and start working (!!!!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-3665482938593815039?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/3665482938593815039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=3665482938593815039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/3665482938593815039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/3665482938593815039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-was-great-started-of-with-church.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-6443666027605228594</id><published>2007-07-07T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T08:09:01.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sometimes,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I really want to &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;scream it all out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; to cry it all out too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't want school anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I rather stay in some farm rearing animals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need a change in lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sometimes,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I really don't know what to do anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's &lt;em&gt;just so tiring&lt;/em&gt; to repeat the same process every morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyday seems like a bad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life isn't going the way I want it to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life, &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;please change&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful poem of thoughts. On a lighter note, there's band later!! I don't know why, but I'm looking forward to it. Maybe because, that's the most likable thing now, compared to the other stuff in school like mock test&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;, exam&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;, oral&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;, teacher&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;, lesson&lt;strong&gt;s.&lt;/strong&gt; I ought to be thankful for the opportunity to study. But, sometimes, (like now), I take it forgranted. I really got to take things one step at a time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band later, I'll work on my solos, and tone (!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon, I'll start to do my A Math homework, and maybe E Math as well. And perhaps, a little of history.&lt;br /&gt;At night, I'll just sleep, and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, church in the morning!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tuition in the afternoon, somehow, I'm not looking forward to it as I usually do.&lt;br /&gt;At night, I'll finish up on homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's how fast my weekends are going to past, within a blink of an eye. I better go off and make the best out of it before another horrible school week comes. And this week is going to be worst than the last one. English oral, A math test, chem SPA, and many more, yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want to love you and treasure you, but I try so hard to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-6443666027605228594?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/6443666027605228594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=6443666027605228594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/6443666027605228594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/6443666027605228594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/07/sometimes-i-really-want-to-scream-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-8673024644777390161</id><published>2007-07-05T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T21:16:17.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Is this really me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just want to give up. Everything around me seems foggy, in a mist. I don't want to carry on life like this. I need a change. I need a break. I really hate school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, all you do is make me go crazy (!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;School, sometimes all I want to do is to give you up.&lt;br /&gt;School, why torture students and teachers?&lt;br /&gt;School, I really hate you.&lt;br /&gt;School, Please go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;To fly with dragons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't know what I'm doing anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel like just giving it all up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me another way out, please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-8673024644777390161?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/8673024644777390161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=8673024644777390161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/8673024644777390161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/8673024644777390161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/07/is-this-really-me-sometimes-i-just-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-1692139191889383166</id><published>2007-07-05T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T21:06:47.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The day before yesterday, the day was pretty alright. There was school in the morning, pretty normal. There was SPA trial yesterday as well. It wasn’t all that bad, I partnered Sarah, had quite a lot of fun and I also managed to get a good reading of 25.2. Then, band came. I’ve realised how horrible a person I’ve been, making the people around me feel inferior and everything. I ought to change for the better, shouldn’t I? But, how? I really don’t know what to do anymore. Whenever I think about it, it just keeps my brain going in circles, really. I can’t sleep, I can’t work, and I can’t do anything no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was so much better. Friends made me better again. Though I may not be showing it on the outside, it doesn’t really mean I really don’t feel anything. I seriously don’t know what I’m talking about anymore. Everything has become so confusing. I try my best, but why isn’t my best good enough? Sometimes, I feel really discouraged. I don’t know why. I’m glad to have such wonderful friends with me, everywhere, to make me feel like me again. School was alright started off with some council talk early in the morning. Well, now they have tie rental services and free umbrella services. Sometimes I really wonder why they do such stuff. I guess it’s for us, students yeah, so they’ll have to go that extra mile to get things done. Then, I got 5honor stamps and surprisingly no demerits the last semester, pretty amazing right? I’m amazed myself. I’m in the honor club which entitles me to free drinks at the library and the student lounge. (: I don’t think I’ll get them though. It opens on Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday, from 3 to 5.30. After assembly in the morning, it was history, followed by E maths then geog. Geography was free period because the teacher didn’t come to class. Sarah, Twinkle, Rachael and I went to sit at the benches near the toilet. I’ll not elaborate, but it was pretty fun, and extensive. After that was recess, we ran down, as usual, and got our laksa[s]! We played chop chilli, and duck duck goose in the middle of the parade square and many stared. Even teachers stopped to look, I’m glad we played. Then, we went back to class. Chinese was alright, our group won. I seriously didn’t expect it. 超人！We’re the coolest and the champions for the season. (: I was damn happy! After Chinese, was A Maths, pretty boring, followed by Physics. Teacher realized where my name was on my workbook, the whole thing was damn embarrassing. My name means a lot to me, okay. In the end, I wrote my name really huge across the front cover of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;%*#$&amp;*#W&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I don’t wish to elaborate. Everything happened really badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;strong&gt;cheer myself up&lt;/strong&gt;, I sing this song. By Jewel, Good Day. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say to myself&lt;br /&gt;self, why are you awake again?&lt;br /&gt;it's one a.m.&lt;br /&gt;standing with the fridge door wide open, staring&lt;br /&gt;such a sight, florescent light&lt;br /&gt;the stars are bright&lt;br /&gt;might make a wish, if i believed in that shit&lt;br /&gt;as it is, i might watch tv&lt;br /&gt;cause it's nice to see people more messed up than me&lt;br /&gt;i say to myself, as i smile at the wall, let myself fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's gonna be all right, no matter what they say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's gonna be a good day,&lt;u&gt; just wait and see&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's gonna be okay, cause i'm okay with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's gonna be, it's gonna be, it's gotta be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shiver, shut the door&lt;br /&gt;can't think standing here no more&lt;br /&gt;i'm alone, my mine's racing, heart breaking&lt;br /&gt;can you be everything i need you to be?&lt;br /&gt;can you protect me like a daughter?&lt;br /&gt;can you love me like a father?&lt;br /&gt;can you drink me like water?&lt;br /&gt;say i'm like the desert, just hotter.&lt;br /&gt;the point of it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is that if i should fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;still you're name i'll call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be all right, no matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be a good day, just wait and see&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be okay, cause i'm okay with me&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be, it's gonna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as long as we &lt;u&gt;laugh out loud&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;laugh like we're mad&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cause this crazy, mixed up beauty is all that we have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;because what's love but an itch we can't scratch, a joke we can't catch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but still we laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go back upstairs, turn off the tv&lt;br /&gt;you say "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;i'll be okay baby, just wait and see&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be all right, it's gonna be okay&lt;br /&gt;gonna be a good day, just wait, just see&lt;br /&gt;gonna okay, cause i'm okay with me&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be, it's gonna be, it's gonna be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(: I'm going to be alright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-1692139191889383166?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/1692139191889383166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=1692139191889383166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/1692139191889383166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/1692139191889383166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-before-yesterday-day-was-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-1173279819591814255</id><published>2007-07-02T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:03:30.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youthday?</title><content type='html'>Okay, today was plain. Did quite abit of work. Slept quite abit as well. Other than that, today was pretty much alright. School's starting tomorrow, I'm not exactly looking forward to it, but I'm not going to dread it either. (: &lt;strong&gt;Cheer up michellina (!!!!) &lt;/strong&gt;There's band tomorrow, that's something to be happy about. I love band, really. Life is going to change after today. I can sense it. It's going to be so much more exciting, in other words, hectic and busy. ): I guess I'll just have to adapt to it yeah. Another 9 more weeks of school before it's the september holidays! Ah, I can't wait for the next holiday to come, though the holidays just passed. School just gets me frustrated. Whenever I think of school, it just makes me go 'AN235U04NFDSJ!!!!!'. Why is school so undurable? If not for the wonderful friends and band, I don't think I'll ever get to school. I don't want to do homework, I don't want to see teachers. I don't want teachers to teach = more homework! Ah, I guess I don't have a choice, do I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Responsibility of a Student = Work hard and excel in studies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't have the money to study, life wouldn't be too bad. Okay, then again, I take that back. I don't want to live in worry of what tomorrow will bring. Why am I even worring now? The bible says, 'Do not worry about tomorrow, tomorrow will worry about itself.' I guess I'll have to leave this all to God. And take things as they come, enjoy each and every moment of life. I might never get to come back to the youthful times when I've grown older. I guess I've alot to thank God for. Thankyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-1173279819591814255?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/1173279819591814255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=1173279819591814255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/1173279819591814255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/1173279819591814255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/07/okay-today-was-plain.html' title='Youthday?'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-2206789122561582803</id><published>2007-07-01T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T23:14:51.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, it's the end of the road.</title><content type='html'>Okay, today has been a pretty great day. I woke up at 5am, realised that I forgot to reply sms-es again. Replied, then went back to bed. Woke up at around 8plus to reply sms-es again. Finally got out of bed at around 9plus. Washed up, changed up, then ate breakfast before heading of to church. Church was pretty alright, we had combined classes again, no weird guys today though. There was another new guy[again], called donnald, I think. He was quiet yeah. Bubbles was being weird as usual, and for some stupid reason, he kept staring at me. Okay, many other guys were too. Maybe because I'm too pretty! (: Sunday school was alright, didn't really get what soon kuan was saying though. I thought the wise man verse really made sense. Charissa cut her hair again, okay, shave. She looked really, weird. I can't believe she's my female cousin. She would look extremely cute as a guy cousin, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, waited for second service to end before leaving for lunch, then tuition. Lunch was alright, apart from the fact that I spilt some sauce on my crumpler! ): I managed to clean it of in the end. Dad and Mum kept making me pass the vege from one end of the table to the other. Okay, they were showing concern and love for each other, can't blame them. It's alright. I'll send my crumpler for washing, tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, was tuition. Tuition was the best. Bought my 'survival kit', according to michelle, glup, mashpotatoes, and frozz barley mints. 2 to 4 was alright, I sat in between of Clarence and Michelle. Okay, I kept changing seats, from beside Michelle to beside Clarence because Michelle was talking to herself, then back again. This cycle was repeated many times. Clarence showed me pictures which makes me really envious of mavis, truthfully. Mavis, treasure it. 4 to 6 tuition was really funny. I still can't believe that Clarence actually threw a more than half full packet of famous amos cookies away! It's super wasteful, really, and it costs alot too! Why don't the rich treasure what they have? I guess I'll have to work on it myself. I'm in no position to judge others now, I realised, from sunday school. Okay, back to the point, I was freezing during tuition, my fingers were really cold, don't ask me why. The aircon was turned up really high, or rather the temperature was set to really cold. Maybe because I'm not used to such cold temperatures on a Sunday afternoon being the fact that this is the first tuition session after a really long break. I realised how much I really need tuition. I sat at many different positions. I realised, the front seat is much warmer than the back. Johnathan said there are more light sources at the front, maybe he made sense. I don't know anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One line can change a story, so sometimes let the line just be unsaid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-2206789122561582803?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/2206789122561582803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=2206789122561582803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/2206789122561582803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/2206789122561582803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-know-its-end-of-road.html' title='I know, it&apos;s the end of the road.'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-8759075396972519923</id><published>2007-06-30T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T14:08:16.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed skin, (:&lt;br /&gt;The end of something means,&lt;br /&gt;the beginning of something new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-8759075396972519923?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/8759075396972519923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=8759075396972519923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/8759075396972519923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/8759075396972519923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/06/changed-skin-end-of-something-means.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-4550392000248508015</id><published>2007-06-30T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T13:30:48.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's The End Of The Road - Matt Goss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday a clear horizon&lt;br /&gt;Now the clouds are rollin' in it's disappeared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;The one thing that i've always believed in&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;It's strange how right now it all seems so unclear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consult my soul&lt;br /&gt;And it tells me that it knows&lt;br /&gt;There's no doubt &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;one day I'm gonna fly&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta stand up, dust myself off&lt;br /&gt;Just for now&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something ends&lt;br /&gt;Something begins,&lt;br /&gt;But now it's just the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;When someone loses someone wins&lt;br /&gt;But now it's just the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;Don't get to fix it if it doesn't break&lt;br /&gt;But now it's just the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;When you gotta leave&lt;br /&gt;It makes you wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I know it's the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;One line can change a story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So sometimes let the line just be unsaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Pride only thinks about the glory&lt;br /&gt;And just the right now&lt;br /&gt;And not the days ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've held my breath&lt;br /&gt;Walked on shells hoped for the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;What the future holds&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta stand up, dust myself off&lt;br /&gt;Just for now&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something ends&lt;br /&gt;Something begins,&lt;br /&gt;But now it's just the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;When someone loses someone wins&lt;br /&gt;But now it's just the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;Don't get to fix it if it doesn't break&lt;br /&gt;But now it's just the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;When you gotta leave&lt;br /&gt;It makes you wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;I know it's the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been travelin'&lt;br /&gt;Get the dust right off the windshield&lt;br /&gt;No one gets the road map to their life&lt;br /&gt;'Cause &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;life is so subjective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I'll take my pain and I wanna protect it&lt;br /&gt;Never blinds me always reminds me&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more to see&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something ends&lt;br /&gt;Something begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is this the end of the road?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone loses&lt;br /&gt;Someone wins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Is this the end of the road?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something ends&lt;br /&gt;Something begins,&lt;br /&gt;But now it's just the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;When someone loses someone wins&lt;br /&gt;But now it's just the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;Don't get to fix it if it doesn't break&lt;br /&gt;But now it's just the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;When you gotta leave&lt;br /&gt;It makes you wanna stay&lt;br /&gt;I know it's the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, &lt;u&gt;a really nice song&lt;/u&gt;, once again. (: Today has been alright, slept at 10+ by accident. I woke up at 7 to reply sms-es, slept again till 9. Then, ate breakfast, watched TV and came online! (: Ah, this is the life. I'm so glad the weekends are here, really. Thankyou God. I'm also glad we have an extra Monday holiday to finish up on things, and also for a good rest till the week starts again. There's band next two saturdays. I'm looking forward to band fiesta. Nothing can go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've such wonderful friends in school and at band. And even out of school and band, what can go wrong? I love you guys, for picking me up when I fall. For encouraging me through my darkest times. For loving me even when I didn't deserve it. For caring for me, for showing me love, care and concern. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you guys! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-4550392000248508015?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/4550392000248508015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=4550392000248508015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/4550392000248508015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/4550392000248508015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-end-of-road-yesterday-clear-horizon.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-199773154560267341</id><published>2007-06-29T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:03:35.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I've decided to, blog only during the weekends, unless I'm super free during the weekdays, which won't be very possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap.&lt;br /&gt;Monday, first day of school was absolutely boring, okay, maybe not that boring. But it was tiring, really. It exhausted me out both physically and mentally. Homework kept piling up like crazy. Band practice didn't went as well as I expected it too. Well, all in all, I can't expect things to go smoothly every time, can I? Or else, I'll never learn anything. I took the band for warmups. First time conducting the whole band, it was really an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, second day of school, well, things started to change. It wasn't so boring after all, lessons[except physics] seemed very interesting. I took down alot of notes, really! New english teacher, I guess we all need a change sometimes, and it was a different timetable as well. Had, PE that day, mass run was cancelled though due to the weather, I think. PE was alright, we played pretty retarded games, and I stupidly suggested duckduckgoose, a pretty fun game to play with the younger kids during OBS, didn't expect it to be so disaterous with secthrees! Haha, I guess, we've all outgrown it! After the many games, we took height and weight. I won't want to mention much about it though. I didn't put on any weight. Band was much better, we went through the band fiesta pieces. My solo didn't really go out too fine, my usage of vibrato really sucked. But it was much better on thursday. On the whole, band was much more productive as compared to the previous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, third day of school. We had spot check early in the morning. It was damn lame la, they only checked HAIR. I pulled up my sock like crazy. Then, the councillor was so dumb, she asked me to pin up my fringe. I told her, 'What the hell, I already pin up all already. Look at the number of clips I used'. She said, 'Okay, okay.' and moved on. Seriously, I pinned up all my fringe already, and the rest that dropped were all baby hair, and how am I supposed to pin them up huh. I guess, councillors aren't that great after all. Well, there are really nice ones. (: Okay, after that, was lessons, on going! I enjoyed recess alot. Really. OHOH, I'm saving money like crazy now. I save 15 dollars every week, that means that I only have 3bucks to spend a day. I did it, the whole week, and I also managed to save extra cents! Not bad okay, for a spend thrift like me, michellina. (: Okay, went home with caryn and met trina, my 10min friend! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, fourth day of school. Okay, truthfully, I kept wishing for time to pass faster. The weekends mean everything to me, really. Lessons were alright, stayed in class during recess to get abit of homework done. These recess sessions aren't very productive, I always start stoning like crazy. Rachael and XY were watching singing in the rain. Thursday's timetable is the longest of all. Lessons end at 2:15. And the time takes forever to pass during these times. Band was great. (: I managed to play Noah's Ark all through. I didn't get lost at all! My holiday practicing at home really worked out. And all the times that I slept with Noah's Ark playing in my head. I know my part pratically inside out. Now, all I have to do is to work out the running notes, and help my section play their part as well. (: Everything is going to work out fine, even with the alumni. Hakuna Matata, it means no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, today. 5th day of school, also the day before the weekends. Everything seem to pass pretty fast today. I sat with caryn during the concert, and laughed like crazy because the teachers were all so damn funny!! Really. (: I can't put the performance into words, it's just not impossible. Well, after the concert was chemistry. I didn't bring chem stuff to the lab at all. Ended up cam-whoring with dawn! It was damn fun, thanks dawn, love. After that was lunch, I managed to persuade kelley to stay for lunch, along with caryn, rachael, xy and twink! Fried rice was damn nice! (: After that, went home with kelley because caryn stayed on with rachael to talk. I love you caryn, and I forgive you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I couldn't sleep the whole afternoon today. Haven't been sleeping well for the past few days thanks to homework yeah. I guess I'll just have to sleep more for tonight. I really can't decide whether to go back to my primary school for the carnival tomorrow! ): I'll have to make up my mind tonight. It's ten now. My eyes are really tired already. Going to bed soon, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight people! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-199773154560267341?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/199773154560267341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=199773154560267341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/199773154560267341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/199773154560267341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay-ive-decided-to-blog-only-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-3063053242063961176</id><published>2007-06-24T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T20:56:52.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I’ll talk on yesterday night first, it was pretty interesting, will not elaborate much though. The other interesting thing was that, Martyn slept in my room yesterday. Okay, I was forced to let him sleep in because he kept begging me! So, we started talking like crazy, and in the end, we confessed to everything that we hid from parents, and we also talked about all the stuff we never talked about before. A heart to heart talk with my brother, it sounds weird, but yeah, we did it. We ended up sleeping at 2plus. While talking to him, I also did book reviews, so it wasn’t all that unproductive. Now, I’m feeling super lethargic, and I still have a lot of homework to finish up! I guess I’ll just have to step on it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to church! Church was great! I don’t know why, but I’ve been enjoying Sunday school a lot these few weeks. Maybe it’s because our classes are combined, and we have some bonding time, and there are also many weird guys in the class who keeps staring like crazy! It was very funny, and we had like many weird and awkward staring sessions. And today, there was this new guy, from Texas, and his hair was curly! At first glance, it really looked fake, really. Then, I was convinced by Melissa and Esther that his hair really is real, not a wig. But most probably he did something to it, like over-permed it. It was really funny, and because of this, the FOUR of us had to answer a lot of questions! It was really hilarious, and I really wish Sunday school will be combined forever! I guess, it’s an impossible wish, but yeah, I enjoyed it a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, we headed down to Tiong Baru Plaza for lunch and a bit of last minute shopping for school stuff. We went with cousins again yeah. Chris didn’t come to church today because she had tuition classes in the morning and afternoon; I guess this is what O-levels do to someone. But, she went for church yesterday, so I guess it’s alright. Lunch was alright, I couldn’t finish the claypot rice that I ordered, it was a really huge portion, okay, maybe not. After that, we went to popular, then Sportslink to get Martyn’s trunks. After that, we went back home. Slacked around a bit before taking a bath and starting on homework again, I don’t think I’ll be able to finish all my homework, but I will have to at least try my best to complete most of them by today yeah, at least I got something to hand up tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can’t believe it, it’s the last day of the holidays, everything passed so fast, the Malacca trip, OBS, and especially the last week. Everything happened really quickly, and tomorrow’s the start of semester 2, I don’t feel prepared at all, but I’ll have to be, fast. School will be really boring and everything, but I promise to try my best to pay attention. And band will be really great, we’ll be preparing for Band Fiesta on the 15 of July. We’ll be playing, Shrek 2, Disney Spectacular, HSM only ‘we’re all in this together’ and one more which I can’t remember. I’ll have to re-practice my Disney Spectacular solo, before performing in July. It’s going to be great, I can feel the excitement already! (: Okay, I’m looking forward to tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-3063053242063961176?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/3063053242063961176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=3063053242063961176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/3063053242063961176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/3063053242063961176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay-ill-talk-on-yesterday-night-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-6641009001077473387</id><published>2007-06-23T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T20:58:36.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, today was just as much the same as yesterday, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After completing 20 newpaper articles, I'm really exhausted, mentally. Reading newspapers hasn't been a real habit for me, and these 20 newspapers articles, I've really reflected alot on my life. All the deaths caused by accidents, the movement of different fish markets, different people from all walks of life, some good, most bad. I guess it's enviroment we grow up in that really differentiats us as people of the world. (: Okay, I'm really brain dead. Till tomorrow! It's the last day of holiday. I can't wait for school to start, then again, I don't want school to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paradoxical, but yeah, that's me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-6641009001077473387?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/6641009001077473387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=6641009001077473387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/6641009001077473387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/6641009001077473387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay-today-was-just-as-much-same-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-5566682985978563414</id><published>2007-06-22T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T19:52:07.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, today was really boring. Even Mavis says I live a boring life. On the whole, today can be summed up in one word, 'homework'. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-5566682985978563414?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/5566682985978563414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=5566682985978563414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/5566682985978563414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/5566682985978563414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay-today-was-really-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-4719121803781779584</id><published>2007-06-21T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T21:28:15.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’ll walk a thousand miles if I could just see you tonight!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was great! Really, okay, started of the day pretty late, I woke up at around 8.30. Rachael called and asked for English comprehension book, so, I helped her photocopy, then met her at jurong east mrt station control station before meeting Joshua at popular. Rachael was late, but it was alright I guess, everything worked out fine. Passed the file to Rachael, then Rachael went to the library to do it. Joshua wore a white shirt and jeans just like he said in the sms, managed to spot him pretty easily when he came out of popular. Then we set of for IMM before remembering that we should first get tickets for the movie. We changed direction and went in search for the movie ticketing counter, he managed to find it at the second level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, jurong east changed a lot, the last time I’ve been there would be 23989032795 years ago, okay, maybe not. Just last year, but still, it seemed so long ago. This half a year was a really memorable half a year for me, really, all the experiences gained through syf, the friends made in the new class, and even OBS. It’s just great, really! Okay, back to the point, after we got tickets, we went to IMM, went in search of Band World because we weren’t hungry yet! We searched HIGH and LOW, and in many rounds before we decided to ask the receptionist, and when we found it in the end, it wasn’t opened. A huge blow of disappointment, we were really looking forward to Band World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, we decided to go for lunch after that, it was at Ajisen Ramen, the food was good, but the portion was huge! I couldn’t finish it, but Joshua managed to! I was really full, and really satisfied with the meal. (: Then we went to Band World one last time before heading to Jurong Entertainment Center for our movie. We saw that it was still closed. After that was the movie, Joshua treated me to drinks, thanks a lot yeah! (: The movie was really funny, made me laugh a lot! After that, we realised we had a lot of time, so we decided to go back to IMM, the walk there was horribly rocky, and with heels, I had to be extra careful walking. I called Jolynn, and she gave me the number for Band World, Joshua called them, and found out that they only opened at 6! We were surprised, because the receptionist said that it was opened from 12 to 2 or something like that. We walked around for quite abit before settling down at the benches at the outdoor playground. We sat there and talked for about 2 hours, it was really great, and much better than walking around IMM aimlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know why, but I seem to realise how fragile life is, just a simple fault of anyone, and there goes life. Well, we can’t predict any accidents, and we don’t want them to come knocking on our door in any situation. I really admire those lying in the hospitals bed, knowing that they might die just any moment, but still carry on living life meaningfully, like treasuring every last moment they have, with their friends and family. How courageous, okay, back to the point once again. After the long talk, we decided to try out Band World again, when we saw the opened doors, our faces both beamed with huge smiles! Okay, weird description but yeah. Joshua wanted to get badges and mallets for his band, and I didn’t have anything in mind to get, I remembered that Celestine wanted something, but I just couldn’t remember what it is that she wanted. I wanted to call her, but I realised that she wasn’t in Singapore. Okay, Joshua wanted to get mallets, but the shop didn’t have the means of testing. Well, I couldn’t help, but yeah. He spent like 102.60! I managed to calculate it mentally, plus the 10 percent discount only for the mallet sticks and after that, still had to count in the badges, I think I’m just made for math! Okay, maybe not, math is tiring, and I can’t just sit down for 34535435 hours attempting math sums, I’ll go mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we left for city hall, I had to meet Clarence and Mavis, and he went straight to VCH first to meet his friends. Clarence, Mavis and I, were kind of lost! The way I walked at first was correct! But, I doubted myself, and that cost us a lot of time. I’m sorry guys! We walked around a lot, in the end, thanks to me again, we managed to find our way there. I sang a lot on the way, (: Well, isn’t this Michellina? I wouldn’t be Michellina if I don’t sing at all in a single day, really! I sing at really random moments, I found out. Even during OBS, it was the singing that kept me alive, and going! When we reached VCH, I called enjia, and realised that she was just a metre away from me, I was laughing. Okay, we got our tickets, and paid her back. Then we went into the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I sat with Clarence and Mavis, and Joshua sat with his friends. Guess what? We were just 2 seats away, and I was looking out for him like crazy! Clarence found that out, after the intermission! The pieces they played were alright except for the last piece. It was a really nice piece, I have to be honest, but I felt that it just wasn’t right for the finale piece. Maybe because I don’t really know how to appreciate good music, I felt it was much too boring, I ended up talking to Mavis and Clarence a lot. The rest of the piece were really good, I enjoyed the brass sextet a lot, and really admire them for their huge courage, they really have what it takes to be really wonderful musicians and I’m no way near them. I’ve learnt a lot from this concert, and hopefully, I’ve learnt to be a better person and music maker! I can’t wait for band to start next week, but I don’t want school to start! Okay, paradoxical, but yeah, that’s what I really feel, and it’s also super impossible, guess I should stop dreaming and really cling on to reality. Okay, after that, took MRT home with Mavis, and my parents were super worried, so they decided to pick me up from boon lay. Thanks mum and dad yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to end of the post with thanking Mavis, Clarence and especially Joshua, thanks a lot for making my day. It was really enjoyable, throughout the whole time, though we may get lost a lot of times, but it was really that journey of searching that made me appreciate finding the place much more. Thanks for being there for me! (: I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was alright on the whole. Woke up at around 9plus to reply sms-es, then went back to bed till about 11plus, after that, I ate breakfast cum lunch, and slacked around a bit, watched TV, and then, mum came back. Thus, I decided to start of with completing my English newspaper articles, now, I’ve finished cutting and pasting them on foolscap paper, after that, I went on to write the English composition. ‘Write about how a serious accident led to an area being made safer for those who work or live there.’ Well, I haven’t finished it yet though. Anyway, tomorrow was supposed to be trip to Sentosa with Jessabelle, Suying, Jiaxin, Nadrah and Jacqueline, however it wasn’t possible because some of them couldn’t make it, I guess it’s alright, there’s always next time, I hope. Okay, that’s all for now, I’ll have to finish up my homework, hopefully before school starts, if not, by the first week of the school yeah! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-4719121803781779584?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/4719121803781779584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=4719121803781779584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/4719121803781779584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/4719121803781779584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/06/ill-walk-thousand-miles-if-i-could-just.html' title='I’ll walk a thousand miles if I could just see you tonight!'/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-5075497660133768721</id><published>2007-06-19T09:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T09:22:47.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friendship never ends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday was pretty boring, compared to last week’s Monday. I woke up at around 7plus today, nothing much happened, breakfast was bought back. Daddy took half-day leave today. So, we left home at around 11plus for Jurong Point. We also went to get my new phone, and also to get movie tickets for Fantastic Four at night. When we reached the shop, I saw many various phones, in the end, this sony errison phone struck me, W850i, well, it wasn’t very cheap, but it wasn’t very expensive either. I guess, that was the only phone in the entire chart that stroke me, thus I decided to get it. Dad agreed to it, and paid up, I gave me a hug! (: Now I’m damn happy! Okay, so after that we bought lunch and headed back home, because daddy had to go to work. Okay, after that, slacked around the whole afternoon. I stared at my E maths book for almost the whole afternoon getting nothing done. Ah, I’ve failed to do what I’ve set out to do. I guess it’s just not me to be doing homework without any motivation at all. Time flies, and soon it was already 6, I rushed to bathe, then changed up and went off. I didn’t even feel like having dinner, it seemed like it was just lunch a few hours ago! Boys were crazy to make daddy mad once again. Okay, shall not elaborate on that. I watched Fantastic Four with the boys and daddy. Wow, the show was amazing, really, much better than spiderman 3. There was much more action and the plot was great too! I really enjoyed it, it didn’t really link much to the first movie yeah. After that, bought some sushi and went back home. An alright day spent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today, now’s 9plus, I woke up at around 7. I’ll have to do some work before going out in the afternoon. I will not just stare at books this time! I’m going to make a list and really going to get things done this time. I’ll be going out with mum and cousins for a bit of shopping at Queensway today. It’s going to be great I guess? (: Other than that, I’ve no prediction of the future. I might just come back to blog about it later, or maybe not! We’ll see first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-5075497660133768721?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/5075497660133768721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=5075497660133768721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/5075497660133768721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/5075497660133768721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/06/friendship-never-ends-well-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-5410921194590616503</id><published>2007-06-17T21:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T21:21:49.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, life has been great today. I started of morning with a morning call from Joshua, felt really tired, so I decided to rest in bed for a while, and went through a lot of my thoughts. Then I finally woke up, washed up and prepared to go to church. Church was pretty interesting today, combined classes again because Jeremy and Priscilla were in hospital taking care of their newborn and recuperating at the same time. Soon Kuan and Jessica took over the two classes. I sat with Melissa Tay today yeah, Sunday school was super interesting. We had this lame thing going on; whenever any guy stares we would hit each other on the lap. I ended up with many hits, the guy in yellow kept staring at me, and Emmanuel too. Ah, I don’t know what this means, but yeah, I don’t want guys staring at me during Sunday school. That yellow guy stared at me a few times last Sunday as well. Maybe I’m overly attractive, or maybe it’s just the super tanned me that stepped into Sunday school that amazed him. Sunday school ended pretty late today, we learnt a lot about the beatitudes. I ended up reading the next chapter on my own because I didn’t really understood chapter 5, beatitudes. I read the next chapter on judging others, and I learnt quite a bit from the scripture. I can’t wait for church next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church, family went off to Plaza Singapura for lunch. It seems really repetitive already, been there so many times! But this time’s different, I didn’t have tuition so I didn’t have to leave earlier, instead I could go grocery shopping with family. I love shopping at Carrefour. It’s the love! I can try out so many types of food, and get all the stuff I want to eat. We ended up getting lots of sushi, and different types of cheeses! These are really my favorites, really! After that, we went back home, by then it was already 4 plus. Rested for awhile before setting off for the hospital to visit Jeremy and Priscilla, we went there at around 5 plus. Pretty new experience for me, I have never been to any hospital at Thomson Road before, so, we found our way around, and finally got to the ward. Jeremy and Priscilla looked really good, and their baby’s 1 and a half day old! It’s so amazing, the work of God. Their ward was pretty big as well, it was private one. Parents talked to them quite a bit before the baby came in, ashton! Cool name and he looked so adorable. I guess all babies are cute yeah! After that, played around a bit, then mum prayed for them before we left so that Priscilla could feed the baby yeah. On the ride home, I tried to sleep, but I just could fall asleep, I thought of many things again. I realised I’ve a lot of work to be done after the recent OBS journey I’ve been through. I really need to work things out, and stop procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after that, we reached home, prepared for dinner, then ate dinner! Dinner was tepanyaki, damn nice! Ah, I love the meat, it was super thin, and perfect for the grill! Great father’s day dinner, I really hope he enjoyed it! Dinner was then followed on with a glass of Ice Wine which tasted really good, light and really fruity, perfect to end of the dinner, even now, I’m still full! I ended up drinking one and a half glasses, and that made my face really red! I always blush extensively when I drink excessive amounts of alcohol yeah. I guess it runs in my blood, my dad’s face also turns out this way. After that, I took a good long bath, and here I am! (: Life’s really good. I’ll start homework tomorrow morning, I hope. Please remind me, if I fail to do so, which most probably I will. Okay, I must have faith in myself, and believe that I will do it, really!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-5410921194590616503?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/5410921194590616503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=5410921194590616503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/5410921194590616503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/5410921194590616503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay-life-has-been-great-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-4022914913319669842</id><published>2007-06-16T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T21:32:00.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from OBS, on the whole, it was a really life changing experience. I really learn alot from it, and most of all, I wouldn't mind going for OBS again, it was great, the food, the friends and especially our instructor, Birin. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5 in the morning, dad fetched me to school, my bag was extremely heavy. I brought alot of extra stuff. Reached school, Saw everyone in the foyer, it was &lt;u&gt;raining&lt;/u&gt;! And thus, everyone went to the hall, I sat with sarah and fangying. Great to be able to talk to them, we checked all our stuff, and &lt;strong&gt;I realised my torchlight didn't work&lt;/strong&gt;. In the end, everything worked out fine yeah, the smaller spare one I had, was super bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for the bus going to pungol jetty, cam-whored quite abit with gracia's camera! It was really great to be with BB for a last time before OBS. Almost everyone slept on the bus there, so tired from waking up so early in the morning, and besides, OBS wasn't going to be easy. After that, we reached, and starting playing games! We played concentration with different actions, really fun! And we also tried playing murderer! Ended up, there were too many murders! (: Then, all of us managed to get onto the same boat, we had quite abit of fun too, Caryn kept winking at me! And, thus I decided to become the detective and catch her! So funny! We were being lame the whole way yeah. Alex was staring huh! (: But it was great fun. When we reached, we were split up into our different watches[groups], surprisingly, &lt;strong&gt;I was with Xiangyi&lt;/strong&gt;, I was really happy! Worst nightmare was to get into a group with people I didn't know at all. It was great yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to our store to put our bags. Then we played ice-breaker games, and ate lunch! Lunch was alright, bread and an apple. We also seperated out all our rationed food. It was pretty good, there was variety and everything! Alot of buns as well. After that, we packed the store. I folded the tents with Slyvie. (: I'm pretty good at it! (: Though the tents are SUPER HUGE and HEAVY as well. But it was great yeah, but pretty tiring in the hot sun. After that, I can't really remember what happened, but mostly was alright, we cooked dinner, rice with sausages and beans and peanuts. The rice was hard, but still edible yeah. Then, we pitched tents, for the first time, and we had to meet Birin, &lt;strong&gt;we watched stars, and planes go by.&lt;/strong&gt; Really interesting sight. We talked quite abit too, Birin told us what was going to happen for the next few days. We were going to camp 1 the next day. We started out at camp2 yeah. After that, went back to the tents. Tried to sleep but I couldnt really sleep, I kept sitting up, lying down, and switching sleeping positions. There were other people talking as well, the instructors had to come down to tell them to stop talking. Xiangyi slept talked. Me and Jesslyn were stunned/shocked! She screamed out I WANT MUMMY, and blabbered nonsense. I was really surprised. She suddenly talked a string of nonsense, sat up, yawned, and went back to sleep. Me and Jesslyn stared at each other, puzzled, and in shock! Haha, it was really amazing! In the end, I think all in all, I only slept for about half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, packed our bags for the next day while eating breakfast. Didn't really know what to bring along. I ended up bringing alot of extra stuff that made my bag extremely heavy. ): Then, we started our hike to camp 2. On the way, we had this activity. We had to carry a casualty along with us on an obstacle within a time limit of 1 hour and 10mins. And if we acomplished it, we'll take the shorter route to camp 1 instead of a longer one. So, we started out. The whole thing seemed really impossible, and time kept going on, and we kept restarting as people fall, but it was alright. We persisted on, keep trying, and in the end, we made it. I held theresa's hand all the way. We were both shaking like crazy! The wooden beam was scary, and no one wanted to fall down and waste the effort of the people in front carrying the casuality yeah. We did it! (: Happy, and we took the shorter route, which was pretty long too. But, yeah, shorter than the longer one I suppose. (: It started raining as soon as we finished the activity, fortunate for us. Or else, the wooden beams would be super slippery and stuff. Then, we reached camp 2, rested quite abit at the walls. (: It was the best sleep ever. The whole of cousteau rested against the wall and fell asleep before Birin clapped his hands really looudly to wake us up for climbing. &lt;strong&gt;Scary, but I miss it. ): &lt;/strong&gt;Ah, rock climbing was fun, compared to the hike in the morning. Then, we had food prepared for us in the canteen. Birin tricked us, and said we were going to sleep in the bunks. I really believed, and was over the moon. End up, he was just joking&lt;strong&gt; (!!!!)&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, I should have known. We went to pitch tents, then dinner. I managed to bathe before meeting. Then, we had the briefing for the expedition the next day. We were going to row boats to camp3. Then, we started to pack for the next day. Then went to sleep, this time, Xiangyi, moaned in her sleep! Amazing, I managed to sleep, really tired after everything that happened that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, unpitched tents in the cold, and I really needed to shit! It was bad, and I was shivering really horribly. Then, I survived, continuing with an early morning, packing, brushing teeth. We then had to bring everything to the jetty and move the row boats down. The rowboats were super heavy and a lot of teamwork was needed to be able to move them to the jetty for launching. The journey was alright on the whole. I started shouting different multiples, and everyone followed, it was a really great experience for us. Oh, our watch was split up into two. I was with Theresa’s tent. It was alright. Got wet, and we couldn't bathe. ): But it was alright yeah. I changed on the roads with trina! I was wearing an orange bra la, like wth. But, fortunately, no bikers came by while we were changing. We didn't even use the ponchos eh, just changed in the open. I guess it was alright. This reminds me of what happened in sec1, that was in the past la. Anyway, after that, used quite abit of powder to dry up, and to feel fresher. Then, we set of for our campsite. &lt;strong&gt;Sang with Theresa and Carissa and Birin at the back, really boosted my morale.&lt;/strong&gt; Birin kept asking if I was alright. Cos I was really really burnt, and thus I looked really red! I guess, though I was feeling really exhausted and everything, I can't possibly give up, and make someone else carry the stuff. Everyone else, already had alot to carry already. I guess it wasn’t really fair for me to give up. After that, when we reached camp 3, Birin tricked us, and said that it wasn’t the right place. Ended up, it was correct. And it was all a joke. I really believed! And, now,&lt;strong&gt; I really miss his jokes. ):&lt;/strong&gt; We were the second watch who reached, and it was great, we had a lot of free time. The last watch reached pretty late, I guess they might have gotten lost or took a lot of breaks and stuff. Our watch was super good. I love you, Cousteau! We had mass briefing after that, it was about the next day. We were going to kayak across ubin. I guess it’s much better than going around it. But we had to pass obstacles. The mudbank and the road. These meant that we had to get out of the Kayaks and carry them across before getting into the water again. Then, we talked quite a bit in a circle. Talked to Trina quite a bit as well, lovely talks at night. Then, Birin told us the char kuay teow story! Scary like crazy. In the end, it was all a joke! Ah, it sounded so real, seriously. Then, we talked a bit more, pretty personal stuff, then everyone went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Day 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 4, COLD like crazy, had to do duty to chase wild boars away. Xiangyi and I kept banging the sticks, then lum shouted, ‘Stop hitting the sticks!’, and ‘Shut up la!’, then so funny eh! We didn’t know what to do! End up, Birin told us to shine the torch. He’s damn nice, compared to the other instructors. I felt really dirty the whole morning. Didn’t have the chance to bathe at all, felt so dirty! I didn’t brush teeth also! In fact, nobody did! I tried to pee in the sand, but failed to do so! The pee couldn’t come out at all, I guess the position was super weird, and I wasn’t used to it at all yeah! After that, we set of for kayaking across ubin. It was alright on the whole. Just that, the sitting position was super uncomfortable and stuff, and I wasn’t used to it once again. Tri-yaked with Xiangyi and Jesslyn, it was alright. We had lots of fun the the sun, really. At the end, though we were really far behind, Birin joined us, and pushed us on. He even gave me a snail! (: Ah, I really miss OBS a lot. Birin sang along as well. After that, we reached camp 2, finally! We packed up and everything. Then it was jetty jump, I was the first in line. Really scared and stuff, but with Birin behind me, constantly giving my encouragement and words of wisdom. Ah, that was what that made me jump. The jump was alright. JUST THAT I GAVE OUT A SCREAM. And all the water went into my lungs! And into my ears as well, I shouldn’t have screamed, seriously! AH, but it was a lot of &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt;. (: I would do it again, if I have the chance! After that, we went to bathe and pack up. We cooked dinner as well. We also made a song for Birin, the sweetest song ever. We met him after everything, and had a really long and good talk after that at the jetty once again, under the &lt;strong&gt;wonderful black canvas of bright stars&lt;/strong&gt;. The sight was really wonderful. Ah! I miss ubin also as well. After the talk, we sang the song for him. Everyone started crying/tearing. I guess the atmosphere was there. Then, talked to trina and Rachel in trina’s tent for quite a bit before finally going back to sleep. I squeezed in, back into my tent. Xiangyi said she put her legs on mine? I didn’t know! Haha, I was so tired, I slept all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Day 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early next morning. It was FRIDAY, the last day of OBS. Everything seems to pass really fast, I wouldn’t mind turning time back and going for OBS once again! It was real great fun! Woke up early, unpitched tent, super cold once again! Xiangyi and Jesslyn went off earlier to shit! I guess dinner the previous night was really good! We finished all the can food! Me and Jingli stayed back to unpitch the tent. Then, we went to brush teeth and also to washup and pack up! We had to pack up the stall as well. The last day passed really fast. We sang ‘my love’ by westlife to Birin as well. Nice song, and a great song for the wonderful moment! Really suited that moment back then, then we had one last long talk, and we got back all our prized possessions! I got back my phone, started to sms people, and family! It was great to have my phone back, it means a lot to me, I realized. After that, we got our photos and souvenirs from OBS. I got two shirts! (: Going to wear them soon, I really deserve to wear them! (: Ah, they’ll remind me of the OBS journey and what I’ve learn from OBS. I’ll never forget OBS, the friends, and especially Birin, the best instructor, ever! Seriously, everything passed really fast, then it was time to go back. &lt;strong&gt;We forgot our last goodbye to Birin&lt;/strong&gt;. Now, we’ll never see him again. I guess it’s not really the end that matters, but most of all it’s the journey. I really wonder how they managed to impact our lives so greatly through these 5 days! Even school teachers are unable to do that through out the whole year. I guess Birin’s really the best of best. (: On the boat/bus back, cried quite abit with Rachel. We really missed everything at OBS, the food, the smell, BIRIN, the company! Ah, I love OBS. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;All in all, it was really a good experience, and it made me realize how fortunate I am, and how much one can do with teamwork and perseverance. And it also let me learn a lot more things. I guess it’s really a good course, really!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-4022914913319669842?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/4022914913319669842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=4022914913319669842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/4022914913319669842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/4022914913319669842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-back-from-obs-on-whole-it-was-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-6078525635822558620</id><published>2007-06-10T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T21:19:04.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post won't be long. I haven't been in the mood to blog recently, I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word to describe the Malacca trip, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Incredible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" It was a great trip, I'm lazy to elaborate now, maybe after OBS, together with OBS. I hope, I'll get that blogging mood back! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OBS tomorrow, what I'm feeling right now is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;incomprehensible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-6078525635822558620?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/6078525635822558620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=6078525635822558620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/6078525635822558620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/6078525635822558620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-post-wont-be-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-1573951945732837511</id><published>2007-06-03T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T21:01:37.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going to Malacca tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;Won't be able to blog till friday! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;But I'll have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-1573951945732837511?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/1573951945732837511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=1573951945732837511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/1573951945732837511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/1573951945732837511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/06/going-to-malacca-tomorrow-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-62549773470165480</id><published>2007-06-02T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T21:14:11.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Band was fantastic, as predicted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I really can't believe that I'm going to miss hours of band practices next week. I really wish I could go for both band and holiday! I guess that's pretty impossible till the end of the year, when we go for our overseas trip, hopefully at Italy. It's going to be great. I really can't wait for it. I also can't wait for 27 nov, another concert by CGSSB. It's going to be another great concert. We've already started preparing for it, and practicing the pieces we're going to play. (: I really can't wait. Even that, I don't want time to pass so fast, I'm enjoying every moment I have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band was really great today. First, we had sectionals. It was alright, the section coorperated, though we really didn't know how to play some parts. It was alright, we passed where Mrs Chua wanted us to play till. Now, we got to work harder on Noah's Ark. I know I can do it, the running notes are really managable yeah. Seriously, though it seems really black on the score. I guess that was just my mentality earlier on, after I really figure out the notes today, I realised that it's pretty easy yeah, not much worries. It's not as tough as Da Pacem anyway. (: Da Pacem is the best! We played through Mencini as well, it was alright yeah. I just have to work abit more on my tone, articulation and the section's intonation. After that, I'll know I'll completed the piece. Sounds easy, I hope it is. Noah's Ark's running notes are manageble yeah, but I won't know about the rest. It's hard to crescendo and stuff now, especially when it's a high note and stuff, I guess things has changed. For Noah's Ark, I have really really high notes, really tough to play especially when it's running! I guess I'll just have to practice more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised how fortunate I am. I have family, friends, school, church, material things and everything else. I'm really thankful. Family, I really have to thank my parents for giving me such a wonderful life. Really, without you I wouldn't know what to do. You offer the best advice anyone can give, and encourage me when I'm feeling down, and give me hope when the world gives up on me. You're there for me when I stumble and fall down. (: Brothers, I really thank you guys! Alot, without the both of you, my world would be less colourful. Though we might argue, and quarrel constantly, that's what that really paints my world colours. I wouldn't know what I would do without you, I'll feel very lost. For friends, I won't want to write out personal notes of thankyou, I can't afford the time. You know how much care and concern you guys show for me. When I lose faith, you believed in me. You really are my pillar of support, the people who hold out a hand to pick me up when I fall. Thank alot yeah! (: I'm also really glad I am borned in a christian family. Thanks to joshua for reminding me yeah. I really didn't think of that till he mentioned it that day. I'm really thankful for christian parents, there are so many of my friends out there who still haven't found out what jesus has done for us. He died on the cross to save our sins. How amazing is that? I'm really thankful for knowing and accepting this wonderful truth. I'm also very thankful to be borned into a really fortunately family. I'm glad, I have everything I have. It's really amazing how God does miricles in one's life, I'm amazed, and astonished. I'm thankful for everything else that I've missed out. I'm really grateful for what God has done in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-62549773470165480?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/62549773470165480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=62549773470165480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/62549773470165480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/62549773470165480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/06/band-was-fantastic-as-predicted-oh-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-3840232638407891505</id><published>2007-06-01T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T21:15:59.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Band tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;How exciting! (:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-3840232638407891505?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/3840232638407891505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=3840232638407891505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/3840232638407891505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/3840232638407891505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/06/band-tomorrow-how-exciting.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-1614957422657284841</id><published>2007-05-31T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T19:34:24.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY! (:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty alright, except for the fact that I didn’t have much sleep, because brothers kept waking me up at night. They wanted to sleep in my room, thus, I decided to agree or else they’ll bear stupid grudges against me. Then, I talked to Caryn till pretty late, but they already slept by then. Then, almost every hour, Martyn will either kick my bed, or Matthew will start talking in his sleep. Thus, I’ll wake up almost every hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, when I finally got to sleep, my brothers woke up and did really noisy things that got me really upset. I woke up, and went to sleep on the sofa in the living room to avoid all the noise. Then, I managed to sleep a bit. After that, ate breakfast, and watched quite a bit of TV. Slept again, then woke up and used to computer. Talked to Joshua online, and listened to quite a lot of music. I realised I’ve more nice songs than I actually imagined. Martyn was being irritating again, he disrupted my conversation with Joshua, and he added many random stuff to it. I got really irritated and stuff, I guess I’ll just have to forgive him right? He was being really irritating the whole of today, I forgive him. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that, we went for Mum’s birthday dinner, Japanese buffet, not really what I expected yeah, since mum’s favourite food would have to be steamboat. I guess we couldn’t find a parking lot at IMM yeah, so Japanese buffet was just around the corner, thus we decided to have it. The food was really good and it was a huge spread yeah. (: After that, we rushed back home to watch mum’s favourite show, jinshun. Thus, I’m back here at the com again! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-1614957422657284841?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/1614957422657284841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=1614957422657284841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/1614957422657284841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/1614957422657284841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday-mummy-today-was-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-4177810309224974735</id><published>2007-05-30T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T21:07:51.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, today was so much fun! Went for chem lessons early in the morning, thought I was going to be late or something, ended up we started late because leow believed us. (: Anyway, chem was enriching yeah, took down quite alot of notes. A great big thankyou to michelle for getting me milo, the milo totally woke me up. (: After that, we had group hug again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the 6 of us set foot on mission, bbq and to pierce twinkle ears in town. Ended up, we didn't do any of those huh! But we had lots of fun! Wisma wasnt exactly opened so early in the morning, thus we went to kinokuniya at taka to look around first. We saw so much nice stationary there! (: I wanted to get everything in the shop! Maybe I'll own it one day! Then, while the others went to the art shop first, I browsed through the toy shop with Gracia. It was really awesome, and super colourful! After that, we joined the rest at the art shop. Rachael wanted to get fabric paints yeah. (: Sarah gave really stupid ideas for a birthday present, but I guess it's really the thought that counts right, Sarah? Thanks anyway la. I know what to get already thanks to all of you, especially Gracia. After that, we ate some munchies because everyone was hungry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set off for Gracia's house. We took the 'longer' route yeah. It was truthfully really long, but I'm glad we didn't have to change train, and besides, I sat down all the way! (: When we reached, we went to the market to get chicken nuggets and some chips. After that we walked to Gracia's houes. It was pretty nice, though pretty small I'll have to say. But it was really cosy and could accomodate us 6 yeah! (: We all wanted to watch movies, but Gracia insisted on watching this series called 24hours or something like that. At first, everyone was bored by it. Slowly, everyone started to like it and got somewhat addicted to it. We watched episode after episode, it was super exciting, though pretty boring at first because we didn't understand it at first yeah. It was really action packed with lots of scary and dramatic parts. The plot was really great, and Twinkle was our professional plot predictor! (: We tried guessing too! I won like ONCE! Okay, maybe twice, but I can't really remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was finally 5, went to the MRT station with rachael and xy, then I took the other train. The trip was faster than I actually thought it would take yeah. Took the new bus home, pretty cool yeah! Second time taking that cool new bus, eh, actually third time. (: TODAY WAS REALLY COOL AND FUN! (: I really appreciate this holidays. I love the wonderful times spent together with friends, family and everyone else! (: This is truly the life, the wonderful life, and stressless life. I don't want to think about homework at all ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-4177810309224974735?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/4177810309224974735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=4177810309224974735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/4177810309224974735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/4177810309224974735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay-today-was-so-much-fun-went-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-1627841509115922478</id><published>2007-05-29T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T21:21:34.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No turning back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band was marvelous today, never seem better. Well, I really miss this kind of band practices. Mr Chua inspires me a lot, and especially today. Playing alongside him, really makes me feel like I want to improve and strive for the better. My volume was really nothing compared to his, and playing the same part as him, really makes me try much harder than I usually do. It makes me want to play better, and improve to sound like him. With every passing note he plays, although he may play a certain wrong note, he goes on with it, and tries harder during the next break. I guess that’s really what I’m lacking. Once I stumble, I lose sight of where I am, and sometimes fail to go back to the mistake. All this comes with experience I guess. I’ve learnt a lot from today’s practice, now, I really know what it means to play LOUD. What I’m playing now, is nothing as compared to Mr Chua’s playing. I will improve, as a person, as a musician and a member of the band. At first, I thought Mr Chua was playing loud to guide the band along as it was our first time playing the piece. And well, I figured out that perhaps that’s the actually volume he plays in a professional band, if I’m right, and I really want to join some professional band next time when I grow up, I really ought to improve, a lot. Not just me yeah, I will help the section as well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today was pretty much alright yeah. I went to school early again for chemistry lesson. At first, I didn’t know where it was, so I climbed up to the class, and then saw no one in class. Then I decided to call someone. Called Gracia at first, but she didn’t know as well, however, she told me to call Caryn, and Caryn really did have all the answer. Went to the arts conservatory, I was pretty much just in time, the door just opened! Then, we started the lesson promptly at 8:00. Teacher was alright today yeah, but she separated sarah! Lesson was pretty slack, learnt everything before, what I really need would be practices. It was pretty fun as well. Then after that, Linda, XY, Rachael, Kelley and I decided to go the tanglin for breakfast, and supposedly to do homework as well. Homework was an utter failure la, we ended up eating and talking and doing other random stuff. After today’s trip to tanglin, I realised something, I won’t want to say it here though, it’s pretty personal. Anyway, after that, we went back to school for band at around 11plus, when they finished lunch. I didn’t eat lunch, only breakfast! J We played quite awhile as we find the key to the band room, in the end, XY, Kelley and I won, against Linda and Rachael. (: We found the key, actually we got it from tessa yeah! We climbed up all the way to the fourth level! I guess it was worth it yeah. I was the first one to start practicing, and blew the first note! I was really excited about band today, it was really great. Band is what I look forward to, what I really practice hard at, and what I do best at. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, from today, I realised that I’m a generous person, tag if you agree! [Be truthful okay!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is anyone going for acjc concert? (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-1627841509115922478?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/1627841509115922478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=1627841509115922478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/1627841509115922478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/1627841509115922478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-turning-back-band-was-marvelous.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-3141033700419527491</id><published>2007-05-28T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:26:30.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlrUVcyN99I/AAAAAAAAAHc/T0krAmsmkI4/s1600-h/ME+at+HAPARvilla%5Bedited%5D.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069597795528079314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlrUVcyN99I/AAAAAAAAAHc/T0krAmsmkI4/s320/ME+at+HAPARvilla%5Bedited%5D.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, I look so adorable huh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlrUVsyN9-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/JXPu4pVaq1Y/s1600-h/ME+at+HOME..bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069597799823046626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlrUVsyN9-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/JXPu4pVaq1Y/s320/ME+at+HOME..bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHA. I just adore my smile. But I look fat! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlrUV8yN9_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/oJpMmyP-Db0/s1600-h/ME+at+HOME%5B1998%5D.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069597804118013938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlrUV8yN9_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/oJpMmyP-Db0/s320/ME+at+HOME%5B1998%5D.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adorable! :) I used to sleep on mattresses last time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlrUWMyN-AI/AAAAAAAAAH0/t_VsL5BbBG8/s1600-h/ME+at+the+BALLET+performance..bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069597808412981250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlrUWMyN-AI/AAAAAAAAAH0/t_VsL5BbBG8/s320/ME+at+the+BALLET+performance..bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I used to be in ballet! (: Funny how time changes me, I don't really love dance now. Music's my life though! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlrUWcyN-BI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1phUlK6GGaI/s1600-h/ME+on+MY+b-day.%5B2000%5D.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069597812707948562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlrUWcyN-BI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1phUlK6GGaI/s320/ME+on+MY+b-day.%5B2000%5D.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My birthday, when I was P5, I think. :)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlrV3cyN-CI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BgCuI04V0Xw/s1600-h/Copy+(3)+of+Copy+of+MICHELLINA.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069599479155259426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlrV3cyN-CI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BgCuI04V0Xw/s320/Copy+(3)+of+Copy+of+MICHELLINA.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cameron Highlands. The flowers are HUGE! Compared to my face huh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlrV3syN-DI/AAAAAAAAAIM/tXRPtmgVPbQ/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC01145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069599483450226738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlrV3syN-DI/AAAAAAAAAIM/tXRPtmgVPbQ/s320/Copy+of+DSC01145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At some safari thing, overseas. (: I'm missing my waterbottle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlrV3syN-EI/AAAAAAAAAIU/IIcv0zdLN98/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069599483450226754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlrV3syN-EI/AAAAAAAAAIU/IIcv0zdLN98/s320/Copy+of+DSC00189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NZ! Can't believe how many layers I was wearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlrV4syN-FI/AAAAAAAAAIc/idIe7iQbuH8/s1600-h/DSC00899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069599500630095954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlrV4syN-FI/AAAAAAAAAIc/idIe7iQbuH8/s320/DSC00899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sec one, learning journey at chinatown. Those were the times! Miss you guys loads! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlrV5MyN-GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/C7UYRGHRQRs/s1600-h/DSC00591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069599509220030562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlrV5MyN-GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/C7UYRGHRQRs/s320/DSC00591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;AH! Martyn look so young here! (: Primary school cum cousins! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Edit/ Okay, these are the rest of the pictures. Not in chronological order though. I'm lazy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwwncyN-RI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/hZusOeg-VlY/s1600-h/DSC06018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069980734812190994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwwncyN-RI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/hZusOeg-VlY/s320/DSC06018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and sya! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlwwn8yN-SI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EQEmNhKLTg4/s1600-h/DSC06019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069980743402125602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlwwn8yN-SI/AAAAAAAAAKE/EQEmNhKLTg4/s320/DSC06019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and mel! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlwwo8yN-TI/AAAAAAAAAKM/h8Ni1M4YdJg/s1600-h/DSC06020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069980760581994802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlwwo8yN-TI/AAAAAAAAAKM/h8Ni1M4YdJg/s320/DSC06020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and Linda! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwwqMyN-UI/AAAAAAAAAKU/gKe3fC4vfuI/s1600-h/DSC06021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069980782056831298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwwqMyN-UI/AAAAAAAAAKU/gKe3fC4vfuI/s320/DSC06021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Mavis! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlwwq8yN-VI/AAAAAAAAAKc/0XUhXRyPHXM/s1600-h/DSC06025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069980794941733202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlwwq8yN-VI/AAAAAAAAAKc/0XUhXRyPHXM/s320/DSC06025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cherlyn and I (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwvLcyN-MI/AAAAAAAAAJU/lpOh5DKocfo/s1600-h/DSC02035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069979154264225986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwvLcyN-MI/AAAAAAAAAJU/lpOh5DKocfo/s320/DSC02035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saxophone section '06 without yifang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwvMcyN-NI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bPI-kPvuGPs/s1600-h/DSC02167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069979171444095186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwvMcyN-NI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bPI-kPvuGPs/s320/DSC02167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PBL group '06 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwvNMyN-OI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZzzruiAcsBk/s1600-h/DSC02369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069979184328997090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwvNMyN-OI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZzzruiAcsBk/s320/DSC02369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Michelle, my hair looks really messy here. But michelle's the love! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwvNsyN-PI/AAAAAAAAAJs/V3rIW5cvpWc/s1600-h/DSC06015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069979192918931698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwvNsyN-PI/AAAAAAAAAJs/V3rIW5cvpWc/s320/DSC06015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Catherine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwvOMyN-QI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/eZK5JXsQV2k/s1600-h/DSC06016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069979201508866306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwvOMyN-QI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/eZK5JXsQV2k/s320/DSC06016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and felicia! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwtmsyN-HI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2A-WeuM03nc/s1600-h/Capture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069977423392405618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwtmsyN-HI/AAAAAAAAAIs/2A-WeuM03nc/s320/Capture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I was younger! Much, much younger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwtncyN-II/AAAAAAAAAI0/g4eIUqW-2so/s1600-h/clique+star.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069977436277307522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwtncyN-II/AAAAAAAAAI0/g4eIUqW-2so/s320/clique+star.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clique! '0506!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlwtn8yN-JI/AAAAAAAAAI8/PXGouJhxxtM/s1600-h/DSC01437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069977444867242130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlwtn8yN-JI/AAAAAAAAAI8/PXGouJhxxtM/s320/DSC01437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those were the times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwtosyN-KI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Z6kssI2W47g/s1600-h/DSC01444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069977457752144034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwtosyN-KI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Z6kssI2W47g/s320/DSC01444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Syncronised dressing! Love you band!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlwto8yN-LI/AAAAAAAAAJM/14cAZwUo-Fs/s1600-h/DSC02034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069977462047111346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlwto8yN-LI/AAAAAAAAAJM/14cAZwUo-Fs/s320/DSC02034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and tania! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlw0rMyN-gI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ZNH7ApeRJDo/s1600-h/DSC06975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069985197283211778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlw0rMyN-gI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ZNH7ApeRJDo/s320/DSC06975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Sandra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlw0rsyN-hI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SpBAN_nnXSg/s1600-h/DSC07013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069985205873146386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlw0rsyN-hI/AAAAAAAAAL8/SpBAN_nnXSg/s320/DSC07013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and twinkle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlw0sMyN-iI/AAAAAAAAAME/yymC61zm-Bc/s1600-h/DSC07047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069985214463080994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlw0sMyN-iI/AAAAAAAAAME/yymC61zm-Bc/s320/DSC07047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gracia and Elmo! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlw0scyN-jI/AAAAAAAAAMM/rjM-fchgbPM/s1600-h/P1210255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069985218758048306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlw0scyN-jI/AAAAAAAAAMM/rjM-fchgbPM/s320/P1210255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family, at sentosa! (: I look spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwzssyN-bI/AAAAAAAAALM/7oJunFGmrL8/s1600-h/DSC06057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069984123541387698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwzssyN-bI/AAAAAAAAALM/7oJunFGmrL8/s320/DSC06057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHA! Great times, right michelle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwztMyN-cI/AAAAAAAAALU/i3QS7orAQG8/s1600-h/DSC06156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069984132131322306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwztMyN-cI/AAAAAAAAALU/i3QS7orAQG8/s320/DSC06156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saxophone section ;0506! Love you guys loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwztsyN-dI/AAAAAAAAALc/-4PZ2aOZCoc/s1600-h/DSC06428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069984140721256914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwztsyN-dI/AAAAAAAAALc/-4PZ2aOZCoc/s320/DSC06428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bangkok! With rachel! (: Miss you loads, when will you come back again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwzuMyN-eI/AAAAAAAAALk/DlUJ4_aSV5o/s1600-h/DSC06459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069984149311191522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwzuMyN-eI/AAAAAAAAALk/DlUJ4_aSV5o/s320/DSC06459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Family! I look damn demure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwzucyN-fI/AAAAAAAAALs/_R3S5X13ofw/s1600-h/DSC06907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069984153606158834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlwzucyN-fI/AAAAAAAAALs/_R3S5X13ofw/s320/DSC06907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; XY and I (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlwx3MyN-WI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-WPqT2XtkLg/s1600-h/DSC06026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069982104906758498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlwx3MyN-WI/AAAAAAAAAKk/-WPqT2XtkLg/s320/DSC06026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LH and I. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlwx3syN-XI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pOhdws7lVxM/s1600-h/DSC06034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069982113496693106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlwx3syN-XI/AAAAAAAAAKs/pOhdws7lVxM/s320/DSC06034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and trina. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlwx4MyN-YI/AAAAAAAAAK0/bk2XbmCNemE/s1600-h/DSC06050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069982122086627714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlwx4MyN-YI/AAAAAAAAAK0/bk2XbmCNemE/s320/DSC06050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mel, Claudia, Me, Mavis, Trina, Linda and LH. (: Miss you guys loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlwx4syN-ZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LE2f-TOgTNk/s1600-h/DSC06054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069982130676562322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlwx4syN-ZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LE2f-TOgTNk/s320/DSC06054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (:  Me and Linda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlwx5MyN-aI/AAAAAAAAALE/w4FHiPdIg_8/s1600-h/DSC06056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069982139266496930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rlwx5MyN-aI/AAAAAAAAALE/w4FHiPdIg_8/s320/DSC06056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHA! I miss Michelle! (: And love linda! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;My harddisc doesn't want to coorperate &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;AGAIN!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I'll continue this post another time. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-3141033700419527491?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/3141033700419527491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=3141033700419527491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/3141033700419527491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/3141033700419527491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/trip-down-memory-lane-d-me-i-look-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RlrUVcyN99I/AAAAAAAAAHc/T0krAmsmkI4/s72-c/ME+at+HAPARvilla%5Bedited%5D.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-7792702265464442293</id><published>2007-05-28T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T20:28:15.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’m really sorry if I have been insensitive over the past few days. I really didn’t mean it, thinking back on what I have done, asked and said, I’m really starting to regret it. I shouldn’t have asked so much. Well, this might have crossed your barriers, I really didn’t mean to. Forgive me will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been really slack. Went to school early in the morning for A math lesson, it wasn’t really worth it, after the lesson, I felt so much more confused over remainder theorem. I guess I really need to do more practices in order to be able to master the topic. After that, decided to go home with Kelley. Lunch was cancelled, and shopping at Isetan didn’t make me feel like I really wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I came home, ate breakfast, watched TV, and soon, I fell asleep. Then, woke up, ate lunch, then watched more TV, life can’t get any better/worst. I’m kind of feeling guilty now, haven’t started on holiday homework, and many of the people I talked to have already almost finished it, I know I should start on it. But, seeing the amount of homework just puts me off. I guess I’ll just have to get over it, and start doing (!!!) I just bathed, and am here now, I guess this is the kind of life I want for my holidays, but is this really what I deserve? I guess not, well, owing to the fact that I did really horribly for mid-years, I really ought to start revising what I missed out on the last term, maybe SYF just pulled me away from my studies. I know I shouldn’t use SYF as an excuse. The dance girls had their SYF a few days before the exams, it is tougher for them to swap their mindsets, and they have to be consistent throughout the weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then again, maybe it’s because of the fact that I started studying too late. I really ought to be more consistent and not let anything distract me from my studies. It isn’t worth it, not right now. Perhaps deep down inside, I really feel like giving up studies to pursue something I take interests in, like music, like band, like my saxophone. These are stuff that I take much more interest in; in fact, it is the stuff I really like. Guess that’s where my passion is. But I can’t just give up studies now right? I used to be an all A student, but that was back then in primary. I really wish my grades is that good now, then, I’ll be able to attain everything. Impossible it may seem, but I’m going to achieve it, with God. I will trust in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life hasn’t been really promising; I’ve been doing really badly, procrastinating like crazy. Band is what that gives me confidence. The moment I step into the band room, all troubles fade away. Once I take out my saxophone, and start to play a simple tune, it just takes me away from the world. I really love band, the tune I play, after awhile turns into something classier, something jazzier, then the next moment, it turns to rock. The same tune executed in a different manner is able to achieve such great heights. Just a simple tune, played with different feelings, can produce such great miraculous sounds. This is what that gets me really amazed during band. The feeling of achieve such things is really awesome. At first, when I get a really tough piece, or some solo, at first, I’ll at first just give up hope. Now, when I get this kind of pieces, I would know that I can do it, I’ll try really hard, I know I have what it takes to accomplish it, and make the crowd cheer like crazy! I guess it’s for the wonderful performance at the end of all things, the audience cheering with glee, and the smile on the faces, it just makes me feel really accomplished, the results are really worth the hard work. With this in mind, nothing is impossible. Even the impossible seems really possible with the amount of hard work we are going to put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Let’s do the impossible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-7792702265464442293?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/7792702265464442293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=7792702265464442293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/7792702265464442293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/7792702265464442293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-really-sorry-if-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-5001932230798091524</id><published>2007-05-27T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T22:23:15.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I LOVE YOU in the different languages. Cool! ;D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(english) I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;(polish) JA KOCHAM CIEBIE&lt;br /&gt;(french) JE T'AIME&lt;br /&gt;(hindi) HUM TUMHE PYAR KARTE HAE&lt;br /&gt;(czech) MILUJI TE&lt;br /&gt;(slovakian) LU'BIM TA&lt;br /&gt;(italian) TI AMO&lt;br /&gt;(ukrainian) YA TEBE KAHAYU&lt;br /&gt;(german) ISH LIBE DISH&lt;br /&gt;(chinese) WO AI NI&lt;br /&gt;(greek) S'AGAPO&lt;br /&gt;(hawaiian) ALOHA WAU IA OI&lt;br /&gt;(lithuianian) TAV MYLIU&lt;br /&gt;(korean) SA RANG HAE YO&lt;br /&gt;(japanese) AI SHI TE RU&lt;br /&gt;(romanian) TE UBSEC&lt;br /&gt;(bosnian) VOLIM TE&lt;br /&gt;(albanian) TE DUA&lt;br /&gt;(filipino) MAHAL KIITA&lt;br /&gt;(spanish) TE AMO&lt;br /&gt;(portugese) AMO TE&lt;br /&gt;(arabian) ANNAH BE HEBIC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-5001932230798091524?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/5001932230798091524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=5001932230798091524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/5001932230798091524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/5001932230798091524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-you-in-different-languages.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-8827892653318172789</id><published>2007-05-27T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T21:20:06.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TUITION’S THE LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuition makes me go high&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great. Church was never better, we had games again, not really fun though, but I guess the purpose was to achieve something out of it. After that, the lesson was alright yeah, we did the steps of faith on the paper. After church, went to town with mum. Daddy and the rest had to go back home because Martyn is coming back from camp yeah. Lunch was at Macdonald’s, it wasn’t exactly what I expected, but it was alright yeah. I ate the new meal, forgot what it’s called. Something to do with Shrek 3, it was awesome, tasted pretty good. After lunch, we shopped a bit, then I headed off for tuition. At first, the class was full of people I didn’t really know. Then, after that Linda and Jane came. Tuition became livelier after that yeah. Michelle didn’t come, and I still don’t know why. Clarence didn’t come as well, coincidental or what? Anyway, 2 to 4 was alright on the whole, didn’t really know how to do redox at first, now I think I got it yeah. 4 to 6 was the life! The class glowed with radiance and colour. Everyone seemed really happy and stuff, maybe it’s just me. Linda was being annoying again, okay, maybe it’s me. I didn’t really get much done during the 4 to 6 one. I got really tired then. But it was so much fun, we talked about various random stuff, and we also looked at joshua’s report book. Saw that same picture of him; comparing it with him in person is so much different from looking at it on the net, and comparing it to some picture of him in my mind. I guess people changes a lot. Tuition was really great; I kept laughing and blushing like crazy. Joshua and chi kai were laughing like crazy as well, but their faces didn’t turn as red as mine! Then, I went home by PUBLIC transport again, two times in a row already. J I guess this is what I meant to be. And when I told Linda I stay in HDB, she didn’t believe, she actually though I lived in some super HUGE bungalow in jurong huh! I guess I may seem rich on the outside, but I’m not exactly that rich? I guess my parents aren’t willing to spend on a huge house. That doesn’t mean I’m poor as well. All my riches are in heaven! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, I thought, "What is beauty?" Sounds easy to answer, but when I start to think of the answer, it isn’t as easy as it seems. Beauty, there are mainly two kinds of beauty, inner beauty and outer beauty. Well, outer beauty isn’t as important as inner beauty I guess, that’s what everyone says. But do we really mean it? Living in a high going society, though many say that inner beauty is what that is most important, we are living life as if our outer beauty is the most important. We care so much about how we look, and what we wear, and how we conduct ourselves. In the olden days, to be beautiful, you need to wear a corset and have really small feet! Really amazing how time flies, now to be beautiful, the world says that one must have a perfect figure, with pretty huge and attractive eyes, and wear amazing clothes. I guess that isn’t really possible to everyday women, the world also produces and sells so much wonderful and delicious food out there in the markets, how tempting can it get. Counting calorie levels and hosting one million losing weight shows isn’t exactly the way to go. I guess, that’s my opinion on such things yeah. You don’t need to be pretty to be beautiful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dreams DO come true after all. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-8827892653318172789?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/8827892653318172789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=8827892653318172789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/8827892653318172789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/8827892653318172789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/tuitions-love-tuition-makes-me-go-high.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-3313303485632636659</id><published>2007-05-26T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T22:04:00.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today has been somewhat alright yeah, life is paving its own way. Slept really late yesterday, I finally finished bearings, but left some blanks, a few yeah. Bearing isn’t as easy as it seems to be, I guess more practice and then I’ll be able to master the topic. Slept at around 1 plus, I had to deliver wake up call today, so I woke up early. Went back to bed after the call, back to dreamland, I had a dream, not a great one though. Then, finally woke up at around 10 plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched TV, bathed, cut hair, bathed again and here I am now. Nothing much is going on. I guess I have to put in more spice in my life, add more colors to it yeah. I’ve been bathing multiple times these few days, must be the warm weather in Singapore. Nothing much went through my mind today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today seemed to me as a pretty stress-less day, and day without worries. I guess this is the life I want to lead, but without those hectic schedules, I won’t be the person I am today. I would be some slacker, always waiting for things to come and not going after things that I want to happen. I guess that wouldn’t be the kind of life I want to live yeah. I guess I have my expectations of what life has in store. I hope they really do come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What dreams are made of&lt;br /&gt;By Hilary Duff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Have you ever seen such a beautiful night?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could almost kiss the stars for shining so bright.&lt;br /&gt;When I see you smiling, I go oh oh oh!&lt;br /&gt;I would never want to miss this&lt;br /&gt;In my heart I know what this is&lt;br /&gt;This is what dreams are made of&lt;br /&gt;This is what dreams are made of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’ve got somewhere I belong&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got somebody to love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;This is what dreams are made of.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-3313303485632636659?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/3313303485632636659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=3313303485632636659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/3313303485632636659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/3313303485632636659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-has-been-somewhat-alright-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-2369175212382580392</id><published>2007-05-25T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T21:29:59.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, today has been a really fun day! ;D Summarised, I went to school, airport and rafles place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was alright yeah, mass run as usual. Perspired more than I actually planned to, well, I bathed in school as well, so I guess it's alright. The first and second period was E math, we actually &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;finished trigonometry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, so cheers to that. But that also means more homework! Then, geography was free period. Nobody wanted to have lessons, so miss tan agreed as well. Played games, and talked a bit. Then, after school, we went to bathe at the G block, and ended up leaving by the backgate. It was cool yeah, we met gracia at the mrt station. Twinkle was supposed to come, but she didn't because no one had a calculator! She missed out on all the fun la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we ate soya icecream, not really to my taste, I dislike beans. :( Then, we headed off to the airport. Though the journey seemed really long, the endless chatters, and fun and embarrasment on the train kept us interested! It didn't seem that long after all. We camwhored quite abit on the train yeah, and at changi station huh! :D I bet the security guards thought we were mad or something. It was&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;really fun&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the whole yeah, then we went for lunch. Gracia led us to the airport staff canteen. The food was good and cheap yeah. Great Italian fare, at a reasonable price. We kept switching the food around, it was &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;great fun.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we headed off to find a 'secluded' and 'carpeted' and 'supercold' place to sit down and play card games. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;We ditched our first two factors.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; In the end, we ended up sitting outside some food place. It was pretty weird la, but the games we played were great fun. We played almost everything. From heart attack to indian poker to murderer. It was really great to be among such great friends. :D Then, we decided to head off to terminal 1, and met liuxin. Sat a burger king for around half an hour, then I had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had to meet my parents at rafles city. I left like too early. Ended up sitting at the fountain stoning away. Should have really spent more time at burger king. Anyway, parents and matthew came. We went Italian again, and the food was great yeah. We also had octopus balls. :D Then, daddy and mummy bought me a crumpler. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks alot yeah. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said it was to motivate me to study harder. I guess, since I accepted the gift, I have to not disappoint them no more. They gave me alot of confidence in myself for the upcoming exams. I really ought to start studying, and stop procrastinating. Though it really sounds easy, it's really tough now yeah. I'm totally in a holiday mood! :( I guess I really gotta step out of it. I can't afford to do so badly anymore, &lt;em&gt;so many people have such high hopes for me&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I can't disappoint them, not again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yeah, after that, came home, slacked around abit, and now I'm here yeah. I really got to start the studying and doing homework again. It's not going to be easy, but I'm going to do it yeah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With faith and determination, nothing is impossible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-2369175212382580392?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/2369175212382580392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=2369175212382580392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/2369175212382580392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/2369175212382580392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay-today-has-been-really-fun-day-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-2158362082979590269</id><published>2007-05-24T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T20:36:57.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, went to school as usual, not much lessons again. Ng was being stupid, she kept nudging twinkle, because we were playing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;random games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but her monotonous voice really makes me go to sleep, so to keep awake, we play stupid games. All in all, her lessons were super unproductive at all. After that, was Chinese, Twinkle, Rachael, Caryn and I were sitting at the bench and talking about really random things and doing really random things as well huh. Then, one period later, we retreated back to our class, but realised there was still no teacher, thus we decided to sing Christian songs outside the class. I guess this was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;high point of the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, getting close to you, lord. After that, we went for recess, supposedly early, end up, we ran down since the bell rang. Then, more free periods after that, and it was clean and green. It was absolutely tiring, and &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;friends criticized me for really dumb reasons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; then, so I felt really inferior and emo, and stuff. I didn’t really want to do anymore stuff; I wasn’t in the mood yeah. Sorry everybody. Then, had parent-teacher meeting, I bet teacher told my mum stupid things about me, I really got to reason out things later. BAND was great today. I felt so much better during band.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;Thank-you section, especially Mavis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who made me feel really good, thanks a lot yeah! You really made my day, but don't feel so inferior. Though that bunch of random notes were really made up, you know that you can do better yeah, besides, you're the band major. I ought to be the one feeling inferior huh! I guess, we're still&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yeah. Practice harder, and maybe you'll reach my standard of things. ;D Oh, and you've got to thank me for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;running all the way to the band room just to get your wallet&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I wouldn't do that for just anybody, but I did that for you. Honoured? You ought to be. Cheer up yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, life hasn’t been too well for me. I feel really stupid. Well, at least now I know that I really am. Perhaps I should really pursue a career musically, with my talents playing the saxophone. That’s what I really am good at. Academically, I know that I’m really dumb, and have really no talent for studying. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I really studied really hard, and tried my best to study smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I guess all these didn’t pay off at all. I scored really badly for the recent mid-year exams. My mum even had to meet with HOD. Why does school emphasize so much on academics? Now, there’s no more CCA points for O-level, so what’s the point of even having a CCA? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In fact, I rather have scores based on CCA, and then I’ll definitely be able to get my As.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I guess that’ll be impossible for now, till maybe a century later or something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has life has in store for me? I really wonder, exams grades are horrible, and my playing isn’t exactly really good. What other things can happen to &lt;strong&gt;make life even more unbearable&lt;/strong&gt;. Sometimes,&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt; I just want to give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, then I tell myself, there are so many people out there cheering me on, and giving my the endless amounts of encouragement. Maybe I’m not so stupid, I just need to find the right studying technique, or maybe I really am stupid. And no matter how much studying I do, I won’t be able to even get a top 20 in class at all. Sometimes I really wonder what I live for, I really want to say it’s for God, but truthfully, I haven’t been reading the bible. Singing praises for him during school hours has really made me reflect on my life. I guess life isn’t all about studies and school or anything of the sort. I don’t know what I’m talking anymore, &lt;strong&gt;I’m talking in riddles&lt;/strong&gt;, and it’s getting really confusing. I guess I’ll just have to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in God to improve my living situation, and give me hope in life. Pray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to end on a lighter note, a funfact about me.&lt;br /&gt;I sleep best on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;A moving vehicle! [:D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-2158362082979590269?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/2158362082979590269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=2158362082979590269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/2158362082979590269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/2158362082979590269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-went-to-school-as-usual-not-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-4983550287674045464</id><published>2007-05-23T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:38:29.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today was alright on the whole. Nothing much in fact, the earlier part of the morning was lessons, then after recess, it was free periods all the way to the end. Kelley and I ended up leaving early, because there wasn’t physics at all. I wasted a lot of time today, could have done more productive things. I guess another day wasted, I can’t afford to waste my night either. I left E Math textbook in class, I guess I’ll have to do A Math today then. I spent the afternoon sleeping, didn’t really do much thinking today. Life seems pretty slack for me; tomorrow will speak a whole new thing. I guess it’s a different thing everyday, and &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;everything changes with each passing day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. After all, today isn’t really wasted; I had a really good rest after the two continuous sessions of band practice. I guess I’ll be able to concentrate better in school tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tomorrow’s going to be great, I hope.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-4983550287674045464?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/4983550287674045464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=4983550287674045464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/4983550287674045464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/4983550287674045464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-was-alright-on-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-2137026224731570882</id><published>2007-05-22T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:51:35.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay, I decided to &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;live by facts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, instead of forcing out what isn’t really happening. I can’t want things to happen and not do anything about it, and what I want doesn’t mean have to happen. Band has really changed a lot through out the week. I’m emphasizing on A LOT! Well, things that I least wanted to happen had already happened, and things I did not expect to happen also happen. I ought to apologize for the unfinished and unclear post yesterday, I wasn’t thinking straight and I didn’t want to offend anyone, and besides, I had not sort out things that were going on in my mind. In short, I was in a &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;pretty dazed state yesterday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, all that happened really caused me to think about a lot of things. Now, I figured out, thinking about certain matters would help, but give me a headache. I decided to accept the facts in front and get along with life. My small presence wouldn’t make a huge difference anyway. I guess I’ll just stick to what I do best, and what I can do, and perhaps work things out. I will think about the matters that I really need to look out for, and not think so much about the rest. The more I think about those other things, the more I feel that things aren’t going the way they are supposed to be going. I guess I’ll just concentrate on my part of things. Being the new SL of saxophone section is going to be a tough journey for me, I know that I’ll face a lot of challenges, and difficulties. But, I also know that I’ll do my best to overcome whatever that comes in my way, in the section’s way. Life isn’t going to be easy, but I’m not going to give in, and give up on it. Besides, my life isn’t exactly the toughest of the toughest, there are so many people out there living much harder lives, and they are still coping well with them. I can’t complain about this, what is my life anyway, as compared to the life of the sickly, the poor and the unfortunate. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had lessons all the way, not a single free period. On the whole, it was pretty alright, apart from English. The teacher never fails to put us to sleep; in fact, all her lessons are super boring. I really wonder whether she really puts in effort into her lessons at all. She really ought to sit in to one of our more interesting classes, and perhaps pick out a thing or two, and put it into practice. We had assembly today, it was pretty enriching, and we took photos as well! It was about poetry made interesting, and we made up a poem for mr ho! I contributed a line as well! Well, the poem was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr Ho because he has sexy socks&lt;br /&gt;[one line here, but I can’t remember what]&lt;br /&gt;He tries to be goldilocks&lt;br /&gt;But ends up having chicken pox!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty fun on the whole! But after that, was lunch then SPA. My SPA was totally crapped up. I did the wrong experiment and low was laughing at me! That got me really upset, but whatever yeah, I’ll definitely do better the next time. Then, I went for band, helped songyang with her instrument, she opened it the wrong way round. Then, tuned and went in for combines. Mrs Chua emphasized a lot on having a good sound, good tone. In fact, good meant STRONG. I guess this is one of the band’s weaknesses. Being a all-girls’ band, we don’t exactly have the strong sound, but we believe in ourselves and we are going to work it out. So, instead of sounding like a all-girls’ band, we are going to sound like a men’s band! That’s going to be great, we are also going to get gold with honours for the next SYF. When Mrs Chua believes so much in us, it really gives me the reassurance that the band will be able to achieve such great heights. In fact, it’s not just reassurance; it’s also the confidence that we will be able to do it. Though I will not be playing, I will do my best, training the section up to achieve the impossible. It’s going to be difficult, but with the section cooperating, and working hard, persevering with every hardship we face, encouraging each other. I know we’ll be able to do it. With Mr and Mrs Chua, the journey will be easier, with them there for us to clarify all our doubts and for them to lead us along, the journey will be much simpler. I’m glad we have such wonderful and caring pair of conductors. :D I love you loads! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sandra&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, if you ever read this, you know I will always be there for you. Although we’re playing different instruments now, we’re still in the same section. I know it’s difficult to adapt to these new changes. Think of it as a new experience gained, well, you get to learn a new instrument. It’s going to be difficult, but I have faith in you, I know you can do it. The section believes in you too, I’m sure. You were great today, even Mrs Chua complimented you. Truthfully, you have a lot of strengths, you are able to pick up things really fast, and can hold a good and steady tone. What you can improve on now, would be dynamics I suppose. Since you’re playing the part on your own now, it’ll be necessary to play out. I can feel what you’re feeling yeah. Speaking from personal experience, I know it’s difficult to play a part alone, especially since you’re still a sec2. But I did it, it’s not impossible, and in fact, it has really helped me a lot. Playing the first part alone in sec2 has really helped me grow a lot as a person, as a saxophonist. You can’t always rely on a senior, and hide behind a senior. Have to grow, learn to play your part along. Musically, I know there’s no one to tune to yeah, listen to the people around you playing the same part, they’ll help a lot, trust me. If you don’t know how to play a part, just listen. Unless it’s a solo or something, there’ll definitely be some instrument playing the same part as you yeah! With your ears, seriously, nothing is impossible. Lastly, I would like to end of with telling you that, these changes happen really unexpectedly, I know. But we also have to adapt to them, and make the best out of what you have. You can’t always get what you want sometimes. Smile yeah, the world will be a happier place with people appreciating what they have and not crying out because they don’t have a small something else. You have what it takes, trust me, jiayou yeah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-2137026224731570882?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/2137026224731570882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=2137026224731570882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/2137026224731570882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/2137026224731570882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay-i-decided-to-live-by-facts-instead.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-2359059621629125090</id><published>2007-05-21T20:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:04:56.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AM I ON EARTH? I THINK I'M ON VENUS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, life has been really relieving. In both a positive and negative manner. Well, biggest event today, handover of band comittee. It wasn't exactly very expected, neither was it very obvious. I guess this is what life truly about, changes. This reminds me of the song, changes, from Shrek 2. :D Alot has taken place, seriously. Firstly, Sandra moved to tenor saxophone (!!!!!!!!!!!) AH, that means that I'll have to play first on my own again. I guess I'll have to get used to it again! Really ironical how things has been, first, I play the saxophone with kelley and mavis. Then, I play with kelley for the to the stars concert. Then, kelley goes to LWW. And then, it's down to me and mavis. THEN!!! I move up to 1st when yifang and sheryan stepped down. After that sandra joins me. THEN IT'S BACK TO ME ALONE AGAINN!!! I feel like the world is playing around with me or something. I guess I'll just have to accept it, and adapt to it. TOO MUCH CHANGES!!!! &lt;em&gt;I don't feel like blogging anymore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-2359059621629125090?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/2359059621629125090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=2359059621629125090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/2359059621629125090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/2359059621629125090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/am-i-on-earth-i-think-im-on-venus-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-2594029396201750223</id><published>2007-05-20T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T22:06:37.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, life has been full of stuff for me. Firstly, today went home by &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUBLIC&lt;/strong&gt; transport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. That is a pretty huge improvement, considering the fact that I have been taking taxi home from tuition ever since &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;3409384765 weeks ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Okay, that seems huge, maybe not that exaggerated but still, it seemed like a really long time since I last took MRT home. I guess this can be part of my saving money scheme. It is not exactly working out for me, I have been spending money like crazy, okay maybe not, but my &lt;strong&gt;wallet seems pretty empty&lt;/strong&gt;. I guess it is the lack of coins to create the illusion of heaviness. Taking transport home enabled me to think of many various things, all linked up to one another. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought through my whole life, and realised what a fool I have been over these past few weeks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been really challenging so far, I have not been doing well for the recent mid-year exams, and when I say not doing well, I mean really not doing well. Now, I am not ashamed to say that my L1R5 is 39 for this exam. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel really stupid and all saying that&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I guess life is not exactly all about exams. Eunice also said that, even if I do not do well academically, it is not the end of the world; I have other positive points like, I am pretty good &lt;strong&gt;musically&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, not being good academically doesn’t mean that I am a failure, I can definitely work on it, and life is not just based solely on results, it also based on other various factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has not been a smooth breeze of wind for me. There are so many ups and downs to life. I have not been reading the bible lately, and I am feeling a lot like a Sunday Christian. &lt;strong&gt;This makes me feel really bad. &lt;/strong&gt;I do not just read the bible for my family, or even for friends, I am doing it to ensure that I have a &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;personal relationship with God&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Even now, after the exams, I feel that I have been straying away from God, in a bad way. I really need to get back on track. What if today is the last day on earth and Jesus will be coming tomorrow? If this really happens, there goes my life, I will be in hell, God, forgive me of all the sins I have committed, I would love to start life anew. I guess this is not exactly possible, but with God, nothing is impossible. I will do my best to pray and read the bible and sing praises to God, everyday, no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been leading a really horrible life. Does money really make the world go round? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Money is not everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; And money cannot get you everything, not love, not friends. Maybe you can buy friendship but it would not last long. I guess it is the same when it comes to love, so what if you have the money but you have a horrible personality? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Money will not matter anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I guess that is what I build my theory from. However, money to a teenage girl like me means quite a lot. Money to buy branded goods brings a smile to my face. However, &lt;u&gt;when we go to heaven, these earthly things would not be of much use. In fact, it is useless.&lt;/u&gt; Then again, when I donate money to the poor or the sickly, it brings a wider smile to my face; I guess this is &lt;strong&gt;pure happiness.&lt;/strong&gt; This kind of happiness is what that really brings a frown together to form a smile, a sweet one.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I really want to live a peaceful life, a life without worries. Hakuna Matata, it means no worries for the rest of our days. Well, it is really man who makes our very own lives complicated, I will try to simplify mine, and &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;live a worry-free life, close to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today in one word would be "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FUNNY!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I had church in the morning. Joshua woke me up, as usual, but I could not exactly wake up, much too tired. I really wonder why, I did not do much yesterday, and I did not have a nightmare. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;I guess it is just me again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Then, I finally woke up at 9, when he called a second time. Thanks yeah! I did not really eat breakfast, and then went to church. Leanne’s father took the class today, truthfully, it was really boring. Nothing went into my head, I did not understand a thing he was saying, I guess that is a trip to church wasted, and I will have to really go through what he said earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to plaza sing for lunch. Dad scolded boys for quarrelling with each other. It really &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;spoilt my appetite&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, thus I did not really eat much for lunch. Then, my mum has to go to Care four as my cousins would be coming for dinner today. That meant that I would have to take a train down to Somerset on my own. It was just one stop away, and I had to walk really far to get to the platform, really hate it. I cannot blame my parents, they have their stuff to do, but I really cannot help but be angry with them.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate myself for feeling such things so eas&lt;/span&gt;ily&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I already know why they cannot do it, yet I still am so not thoughtful towards them I guess &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really ought to be more understanding.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I will work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, reached tuition, met Linda and Jane downstairs, we took the escalator up one floor then we realised we were late, so we decided to take the lift up. 2 to 4 was not really productive. We talked quite a bit. Linda, Jane and me did the worksheet on practical, there is going to be SPA on Tuesday. I guess this means that I have more time to study than the rest of the class. Although it is not really fair to the rest, but I do not really have a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was the 4 to 6 tuition, Linda did not stay. But I guess I had the rest to push me on, it was really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;funny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! All our conversation topics ranged from choir, to band, to singing, to ballet! I was really amazed at how &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Johnathan could sing&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. He sang a really high note in the lift, and Oliver was like pretty amazed as well huh! Wait till they hear me sing phantom of the opera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my voice really sucks la, but still singing is one thing that brings my stress level down at times. When I feel really angry or stuff, then I will start to sing, it just &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;takes away all my trouble along with it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It brings me to a world of my own, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a wonderful world with no worries, no trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I guess that is what I want the world to be, impossible though. I got to carry on dreaming my fairy tale away, and hope it comes true one day. Then, I could not decide whether to take taxi or MRT home, the class really helped me decide. Maybe not exactly, but still, we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;flipped coins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! The guy beside me was really nice, I dropped my handbag on the ground, as usual, and he helped me pick it up, &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he even gave me a smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am touched easily, really easily. It just takes a small act to bring a smile on my face. Joshua bought his seaweed, and shared it with the guys. They did not have their weird tasting sessions today. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I laughed a lot today as well!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And the guys were talking in weird languages when they talked about the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;army&lt;/span&gt; and stuff. We also compared our weekly allowance. And stupid me thought they were talking about monthly allowance, so I said 120 a week! &lt;strong&gt;Oliver actually thought I was really rich.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I said I wanted to marry a rich guy. It did not exactly turn out right; &lt;em&gt;I am taking it back now&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I just want to marry someone who loves me, and loves god.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; With God, everything will turn out just fine. Anyway, who cares about money, you cannot bring it up to heaven with you, and neither can you bring up popularity with you to heaven. I also realised today, how much &lt;strong&gt;I miss my water bottle.&lt;/strong&gt; Joshua has the same one as me, coincidental again. It’s my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;third one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; already so far. And it seems like I am losing one every year. And this one got lost in the physic lab, never to be found again I guess.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Someone get me a new bottle!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is the transparent Nike one, the one which can be squeezed to get water! A horrible description, but I guess it is the best since my brain is not working already, thanks to the 4 continuous hours of tuition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I took public transport home, also because the &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;taxi queue was horribly long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! I guess God meant for it to be this way. Now, I am back home, waiting for a chance to use the computer to upload this on blogger. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I guess, I really love my life! :D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ought to treasure every little thing in my life, and not take anything forgranted. It is not really wise to do so anyway. &lt;strong&gt;Life is best lived with all these little things treasured, and pleasured. &lt;/strong&gt;This is what life is about, not just about studies, but also the little things that come along with it. Example would be those study sessions that &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bonds friendships&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. These little things added up would be equated to a wonderful life lead in earth. Well, our purpose on earth is not only to enjoy life, we have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;responsibilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Okay, this is getting really ironical. We have to fulfill these responsibilities as well in order to attain stuff. In conclusion, I feel that we should have a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;balance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;between these factors in order to achieve great things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. My family just doesn’t understand me, the way I work, and they way I feel. And they appear to be really nice people, but are they who they really are deep down inside? I guess not, they just SEEM to know me, and think that they know how I feel. ARGH! I feel like shouting out vulgarities. God, bless them, and me too, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;help me to forgive them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, this post contains, 1780 words. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;A new record.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-2594029396201750223?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/2594029396201750223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=2594029396201750223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/2594029396201750223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/2594029396201750223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay-life-has-been-full-of-stuff-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-4414850024972068425</id><published>2007-05-19T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T10:39:46.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Time to move on with life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-4414850024972068425?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/4414850024972068425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=4414850024972068425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/4414850024972068425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/4414850024972068425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/time-to-move-on-with-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-896044299991484607</id><published>2007-05-19T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T10:25:16.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures! ;D&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rk5dKsyN9zI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ooeEH571jhA/s1600-h/DSC07062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066089069240252210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rk5dKsyN9zI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ooeEH571jhA/s320/DSC07062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rk5dK8yN90I/AAAAAAAAAGU/ouVZ13pfLGA/s1600-h/DSC07065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066089073535219522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rk5dK8yN90I/AAAAAAAAAGU/ouVZ13pfLGA/s320/DSC07065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Twinkle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rk5dLcyN91I/AAAAAAAAAGc/uq6hiGn4MiU/s1600-h/DSC07068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066089082125154130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rk5dLcyN91I/AAAAAAAAAGc/uq6hiGn4MiU/s320/DSC07068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Xiangyi's master piece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rk5dLsyN92I/AAAAAAAAAGk/AcrllvBqPQQ/s1600-h/DSC07081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066089086420121442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rk5dLsyN92I/AAAAAAAAAGk/AcrllvBqPQQ/s320/DSC07081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and eunice! ;D Miss you partner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rk5dL8yN93I/AAAAAAAAAGs/6fVyT-Uae2g/s1600-h/DSC07082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066089090715088754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rk5dL8yN93I/AAAAAAAAAGs/6fVyT-Uae2g/s320/DSC07082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Xiangyi and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rk5fDsyN94I/AAAAAAAAAG0/BXec55CCJbQ/s1600-h/DSC07083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066091148004423554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rk5fDsyN94I/AAAAAAAAAG0/BXec55CCJbQ/s320/DSC07083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; xy, me and caryn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rk5fD8yN95I/AAAAAAAAAG8/l9jRA6ieMpQ/s1600-h/DSC07085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066091152299390866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rk5fD8yN95I/AAAAAAAAAG8/l9jRA6ieMpQ/s320/DSC07085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mavis and me. Love you loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rk5fEcyN96I/AAAAAAAAAHE/oLnPihCLqlY/s1600-h/DSC07087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066091160889325474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rk5fEcyN96I/AAAAAAAAAHE/oLnPihCLqlY/s320/DSC07087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; xiangyi's table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rk5fEsyN97I/AAAAAAAAAHM/7FPFHjB5bjw/s1600-h/DSC07100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066091165184292786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rk5fEsyN97I/AAAAAAAAAHM/7FPFHjB5bjw/s320/DSC07100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me, twinkle and gracia. during physics SPA briefing at the mini-forum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rk5fFMyN98I/AAAAAAAAAHU/SbzPjI8ZgZs/s1600-h/DSC07101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066091173774227394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rk5fFMyN98I/AAAAAAAAAHU/SbzPjI8ZgZs/s320/DSC07101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and twinkle. Guess who's hand it is. [xy]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-896044299991484607?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/896044299991484607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=896044299991484607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/896044299991484607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/896044299991484607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/pictures-d-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rk5dKsyN9zI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ooeEH571jhA/s72-c/DSC07062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-7916687887280478258</id><published>2007-05-19T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T09:56:39.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today's post is going to be long. Band has started and the sec 4s are going to step down really soon. Sheryan came back yesterday to return the baritone saxophone mouthpiece. Well, things have really changed. Sheryan coming back remind me of the old times, the good old times. Though I really miss the old times, I guess times will have to change, and perhaps for the better. The band has gone through a lot, from concerts to NBC to SYF. We've really progressed a lot as a band. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now things will have to change, I won't get used to it. Although there isn't any sec 4 playing the same part as me, I will still feel the sense of missing somebody. There would be someone there missing in my life. Liwei, although you may not be with us physically during band practices from next week onwards, you'll always be there with us, mentally. We'll miss you a lot! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But I guess things will have to go on, we will do our best in whatever we do and not let you or the band down in any aspect. We will strive hard to achieve the best and make the best out of all our band practices. As we all know, slacking isn't right, and does no good to our band health, we all need to practice in order to acquire a higher level of playing skills, and also to be able to learn faster. With the ability to pick up things faster, many skills would be mastered at a greater speed and there would be not much of a need to be frustrated over little things. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, even though I may be the best player in the section, doesn't mean I'm the best, I know. I mustn't be complacent or arrogant. I'm working on it. I know that there are so many other players out there, being the same age, with so much better playing skills. I will help the section improve as well as myself. The sec 1s are equally important at this time; they really need to work out on their basics, and maybe their intermediate. Mavis and I will do our best to achieve whatever deems necessary for the sec 1s to be able to have an easier life at the end. As we all know, basics are the most important. Without our fundamentals, nothing is achievable. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I would love to end with a quote from what Sheryan wrote in the note from the to the stars concert, "bring out the crescent spirit, and play with all your heart." Well, although there may be a lot of pressure to deal with, we must make the best out of it, playing the pieces with all our heart and soul, and feel it. We will continue to bring out the crescent spirit in everything we do, and not let CGSSB down! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay, recap of Thursday and Friday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thursday, was a killer day. We received all our results. I did really horribly, truthfully. And I still don't know what went wrong. I really studied hard, although not as hard as common test. Well, at least I could have passed 4 out of 8. But this time, I failed 6 and passed only 2. I ask myself, why do so many other people do so much better than me, even though they don't really study much? Could it be because they have external tuitions? I also have tuition what? Maybe it's because I don't really pay much attention during tuition? I really ought to work harder during tuition and not take such things for granted. From now on, I promise to be serious during tuition and not let my mind wonder somewhere else during any point of tuition. I will clarify all my doubts and not be afraid to ask anything, even though I may sound stupid. Well, now I know I am truly stupid, I know. Don't try to comfort me or anything, it'll just make me feel worst. I also promise to study smarter, and with more focus and concentration during those study sessions. I will only listen to music and study when necessary and not sing along. I also promise to do my best to pay attention during lessons and only sleep when it's really necessary or when I already understand fully the concepts of that lesson. I will also minimize my usage of the tablet pc as it may get me distracted during lessons. I will only use it when it's really necessary and not for the wrong reason. With all these measures taken, I'm sure my grades will improve tremendously if I keep to them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, band on Thursday was alright. We went through Yorkshire ballad. I could play almost everything now. Just need to work a bit more on my running notes and articulation. Other than that, it's pretty much alright. I really hate my tone now, it's getting too bright, much too bring for my taste. I ought to change reed soon, maybe a 4 would darken my tone, or even vandoren. But then again, a bright tone is also good, depending on the songs we will be playing. For noah's ark, it would be great for those bright times. It would also be easier to play running notes. But for Yorkshire ballad, I can't really play the soft parts well. Sec 4s didn't announce committee today. I guess it's going to be on Monday. They told us to meet at 3 o'clock at the band room. Xiangyi and Kelley have spa, so they can't come. Poor things, I hope they postpone it to the end of the day or something like that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, phantom of the opera was really great, every aspect, the lighting, the music, and the acting. I was in awe of the cast, they were really great. I really wonder how they managed to sing their best out there in front of a huge audience. I would be freaking out before the performance. Well I guess that's one thing I have to pick up. I must have courage to play out during a performance despite the huge audience. Talking about band again leads me to thinking about how my section would survive without a efficient tenor saxophonist. Okay, for main band, the section has 5 altos and no tenor after liwei steps down. Well, for the rest who are not in main band, we have two tenors and one alto. So total when they all come to main band, we'll have 2 tenors and 6 altos. A good balance, but for now, it's horrible. Mr chua wants someone to move down to tenor, well, no one seems perfect for the job. After much consideration of things, I think that if I can play both the alto and tenor, I don't mind going down. After all, it's for the best of the band. Without a tenor, the band won't be able to survive very well, and with so many altos, the balance wouldn't be there. So what if I can play the alto very well? There's no one to support the altos right? I guess the thought of me moving down would be the best after all. I am seriously not trying to be complacent of anything, but I feel that giving up alto for tenor would be the best for the band. Okay, back to the phantom. I really feel that the props and the costumes are really well done. A really good job done, they were perfect and depicted to the audience the different tones used. The lightings were also great. Especially when there were bright lights shining over and over, they really brought out the whole scene. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay, then Friday, yesterday. It was pretty much alright. We had lessons and many free periods, spend these times looking through pictures, memories with Xiangyi and Rachael. Got a lot of these pictures now, I also realised one thing. How much I've matured over these years in secondary school. I have really come really far out as a person. From a young and immature sec one to a full fledged sec3, well, I wouldn't exactly say full-fledged but still I've really grown a lot. This brings me back to primary school where I was truthfully really very naive. Truthfully, I was really afraid of my Chinese teacher. I don't know where the influence came in, maybe it was because I did very badly in Chinese. And I when I said badly, I mean really badly, in fact, I was the only one who took higher mother tongue and failed in during PSLE. It's pretty stupid, I have a "un-graded" on my certificate now. And it looks really bad, I really shouldn't have taken higher mother tongue anyway, it was useless and to think I struggled so much with it. I guess there's really a plan for everything we do in our lives. Chinese is part of it, I guess god wanted for me to build a stronger foundation during the primary school years of my life. Well, god really has his plans and I'm really looking forward to getting to know them. We had chem practical, titration again, well, I managed to get 3 consistent readings, so it's pretty alright. After that was lunch then, Physics spa briefing. SPA's on monday, it's so soon, I'm not really prepared for it. But I guess life has to go on, and I need to be prepared for it, I guess this means revising. I leave that to tonight or tomorrow. After that, went home with xy and kelley. We had a really good talk, and now I figured out I can't do much about anything. I will just accept anything that comes. God has his plans for me, if he doesn't want me to do something, I won't force it. Anyway, God's plans are much more purposeful. I'll submit to all his plans, and not defy them. He was the one who gave me life. I guess my failure now, is also part of it, I guess god uses this to get me up on my feet once again like he did last year. I will really work harder, and strive for the best. I promise. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay, for today, I have nothing planned. It's going to be like last saturday again. BORING! But I guess it's a good time to catch up on sleep and do those things I never had time for. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-7916687887280478258?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/7916687887280478258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=7916687887280478258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/7916687887280478258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/7916687887280478258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/todays-post-is-going-to-be-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-4302534490177468515</id><published>2007-05-16T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T17:11:59.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;New skin! ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-4302534490177468515?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/4302534490177468515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=4302534490177468515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/4302534490177468515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/4302534490177468515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-skin-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-6256423053284373411</id><published>2007-05-16T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T16:13:08.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Oh, why you look so sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears are in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Come on and come to me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Don't be ashamed to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see you through&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've seen the dark side too&lt;br /&gt;When the night falls on you&lt;br /&gt;and you don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you confess could make me love you less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won't let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So, if you're mad, get mad&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold it all inside&lt;br /&gt;Come on and talk to me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hey, what you got to hide?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I get angry too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, I'm a lot like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're standing at the crossroads&lt;br /&gt;and don't know which path to choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me come along&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;'Cause even if you're wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Won't let nobody hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me in, into your darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll never desert you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you&lt;br /&gt;And when...&lt;br /&gt;When the night falls on you, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're feeling all alone&lt;br /&gt;You won't be on your own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand by you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A big thankyou to linda who sent me this song.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with it! Lovely song. Today was pretty much alright, except for the fact that I failed both languages. English and Chinese. My life is so screwed, I'm just hoping that tomorrow will be a much better day for me. I really did my best, and even studied really hard. I'm not being complacent because I didn't fail any subjects for common test, but I really don't deserve to get such horrible marks. Firstly, the letter writing, hee didn't tell us must write the different sides to the letter. And, the model letter she gave us was like that. Argh! Can't believe I failed english because of that, it's just not fair. And chinese was even worst. Teacher minus marks for writing too much? That was what happened in primary school, not secondary school. It's just so unfair, and my compo was so well done. 23 wrong words!! I'm a totally loser. I need someone to comfort me now. I really did my best, and this is what my best got me. Well, I guess i'm not that smart after all, and I don't deserve to go to any good jc. I can just go to poly or something dumber. Parents aren't going to be happy, I guess, they won't scold me as usual, and tell me to do better next time. But that isn't going to cheer me up. I just let down myself. Life isn't great. It's cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll forget about it, soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Let me show you show how my chinese paper looks like.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rkq4A8yN9qI/AAAAAAAAAFE/E2oOhoyFdxY/s1600-h/DSC06984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065063057387812514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rkq4A8yN9qI/AAAAAAAAAFE/E2oOhoyFdxY/s320/DSC06984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teacher minus mark for writing too much! And she cancelled alot too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rkq4BcyN9rI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7q01EK53ScY/s1600-h/DSC06985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065063065977747122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rkq4BcyN9rI/AAAAAAAAAFM/7q01EK53ScY/s320/DSC06985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Close up, notice how neat my handwriting is, as compared to as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rkq4BsyN9sI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GgG-ejzLCoU/s1600-h/DSC06986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065063070272714434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rkq4BsyN9sI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GgG-ejzLCoU/s320/DSC06986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 0 marks despite the fact that I took pains and time to write so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rkq4CMyN9tI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2zaGSFseaNg/s1600-h/DSC06987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065063078862649042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rkq4CMyN9tI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2zaGSFseaNg/s320/DSC06987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAHAH. This one's the funniest. She critisised my answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, this was my day! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rkq5-cyN9uI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2-MnE54V2wU/s1600-h/DSC07005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065065213461395170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rkq5-cyN9uI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2-MnE54V2wU/s320/DSC07005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and caryn! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rkq5-syN9vI/AAAAAAAAAFs/v_J3iJZwPzE/s1600-h/DSC07007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065065217756362482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rkq5-syN9vI/AAAAAAAAAFs/v_J3iJZwPzE/s320/DSC07007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Them, clearing up the mess! They were actually cutting and pasting clothes on to people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rkq5_MyN9wI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RGRnT3VDFgs/s1600-h/DSC07012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065065226346297090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rkq5_MyN9wI/AAAAAAAAAF0/RGRnT3VDFgs/s320/DSC07012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our new cheer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rkq5_syN9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/UBSGBRdCL9g/s1600-h/DSC07016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065065234936231698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rkq5_syN9xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/UBSGBRdCL9g/s320/DSC07016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, twinkle and gracia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rkq5_8yN9yI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yl-JIgxU7lo/s1600-h/DSC07018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065065239231199010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rkq5_8yN9yI/AAAAAAAAAGE/yl-JIgxU7lo/s320/DSC07018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our gang! The 8 of us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A lovely day&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomorrow will be better, I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow's kinda big. Sec4s are stepping down, and we're getting back the rest of the results, and I'll be watching phantom of the opera at night! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm looking forward to tomorrow. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-6256423053284373411?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/6256423053284373411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=6256423053284373411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/6256423053284373411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/6256423053284373411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-why-you-look-so-sad-tears-are-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rkq4A8yN9qI/AAAAAAAAAFE/E2oOhoyFdxY/s72-c/DSC06984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-5027421078137662676</id><published>2007-05-15T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T21:21:30.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Well, I guess pictures speak a thousand words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkmdGMD47yI/AAAAAAAAADk/7kBy4SmjCRg/s1600-h/DSC06926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064751985597148962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkmdGMD47yI/AAAAAAAAADk/7kBy4SmjCRg/s320/DSC06926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caryn and I were having a mini competition. Each person had to write down a name of a fruit, and it continues till someone cannot come up with any more fruites. Caryn then came up with yellow watermelon! Desperation huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkmdGsD47zI/AAAAAAAAADs/1czoW0YTMC4/s1600-h/DSC06934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064751994187083570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkmdGsD47zI/AAAAAAAAADs/1czoW0YTMC4/s320/DSC06934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was what I did during A maths! Caryn kept losing, till the last part. In the end, I won, 4-2 ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkmdG8D470I/AAAAAAAAAD0/t_zFoJmbGkw/s1600-h/DSC06937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064751998482050882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkmdG8D470I/AAAAAAAAAD0/t_zFoJmbGkw/s320/DSC06937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; US! ;D Partners for the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkmdHMD471I/AAAAAAAAAD8/DxrxoCmgaGs/s1600-h/DSC06950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064752002777018194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkmdHMD471I/AAAAAAAAAD8/DxrxoCmgaGs/s320/DSC06950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again, with uniform this time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkmdHsD472I/AAAAAAAAAEE/O--IGjBYWQE/s1600-h/DSC06940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064752011366952802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkmdHsD472I/AAAAAAAAAEE/O--IGjBYWQE/s320/DSC06940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, the A and E maths tys. Read what caryn is pointing to! PASS huh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkmfUsD473I/AAAAAAAAAEM/sTO3C1UeWeE/s1600-h/DSC06943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064754433728507762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkmfUsD473I/AAAAAAAAAEM/sTO3C1UeWeE/s320/DSC06943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Newsweek! Well, it was xiangyi's idea! I look pretty retarded here huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkmfVMD474I/AAAAAAAAAEU/lHcd8Va9nGs/s1600-h/DSC06960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064754442318442370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkmfVMD474I/AAAAAAAAAEU/lHcd8Va9nGs/s320/DSC06960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's how small my skirt can be folded too, which also shows how short it is! I better lengthen it soon, okay, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkmfVcD475I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Vd0YopfqqAA/s1600-h/DSC06962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064754446613409682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkmfVcD475I/AAAAAAAAAEc/Vd0YopfqqAA/s320/DSC06962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BAND resumes! I miss/love my saxophone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkmfV8D476I/AAAAAAAAAEk/PWH6fx4HsaM/s1600-h/DSC06964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064754455203344290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkmfV8D476I/AAAAAAAAAEk/PWH6fx4HsaM/s320/DSC06964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New piece that we're going to sight read on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkmfWMD477I/AAAAAAAAAEs/3pyMnrebJlo/s1600-h/DSC06969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064754459498311602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkmfWMD477I/AAAAAAAAAEs/3pyMnrebJlo/s320/DSC06969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First alto saxophonists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkmuBcD478I/AAAAAAAAAE0/GWydskGubkI/s1600-h/DSC06973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064770595690442690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkmuBcD478I/AAAAAAAAAE0/GWydskGubkI/s320/DSC06973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us, with the band room mirror! Haha, my camera's blocking Sandra's face huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkmuCMD479I/AAAAAAAAAE8/mwB_B4t57nc/s1600-h/DSC06975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064770608575344594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkmuCMD479I/AAAAAAAAAE8/mwB_B4t57nc/s320/DSC06975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sandra and I ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well overall, that was my day. Though it wasn't very productive, but it was great fun! Band was the best ever. Although photo-taking was pretty warm, I guess, it's the pictures that comes out that really matters. I kinda look great today, my hair wasn't as messed up as it is usually. ;D After that we had sectionals, helped 2nd alto and sec ones abit. I don't think I really managed alot. Well, I guess it isn't a one-day thing. I'll try harder next time, and I'll have to think of better methods as well. I realised teaching isn't as easy as playing. But I know that mavis and I will be able to succeed and achieve our goals! I need to get back into shape. My lower lip hurts like mad now, and it was after a really short period of time that it started to get hurt. I guess I'll have to adapt to these new changes. Okay, I'm tired for now, band has worn me out. But &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm really glad band started!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-5027421078137662676?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/5027421078137662676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=5027421078137662676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/5027421078137662676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/5027421078137662676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-i-guess-pictures-speak-thousand.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkmdGMD47yI/AAAAAAAAADk/7kBy4SmjCRg/s72-c/DSC06926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-4404843542007928258</id><published>2007-05-13T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T19:43:48.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, went to covenant again. Didn't see audrey neo though! ;D The message was pretty good on the whole, but I felt really awkward in the new situation. Well, I know that I should be able to praise and worship anywhere, but I'm still feeling the awkwardness of the situation. I guess, I should really get closer to god, these few weeks of exams and stuff has really pulled me away from him. I know I shouldn't use these as excuses. I guess I'll have to start reading the bible more often, and feel god's presence everywhere I go. Not just on sundays mornings. After church, went for lunch at causeway point, shared a meal with mummy. Then, shopped around, bought this towel. It was supposedly for drying hair. I guess with this, my hair will dry faster. Talking about hair reminds me that I need a haircut! I dislike my hair length now, too long for my taste. Well, I guess I'll have to set aside time for that. Okay, after that went to grandmother's house. Everythings was just the same, just that, I was super tired, so I fell asleep watching tv. ;D After that, dinner was alright. Then, went home, and here I am. ;D So, that's my sunday for you. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064009437291278098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rkb5wMD47xI/AAAAAAAAADc/GxfmfXg5pMI/s320/DSC06874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, val and gracia :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-4404843542007928258?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/4404843542007928258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=4404843542007928258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/4404843542007928258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/4404843542007928258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day-3-today-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/Rkb5wMD47xI/AAAAAAAAADc/GxfmfXg5pMI/s72-c/DSC06874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-8276969462316529285</id><published>2007-05-12T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T22:28:19.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you have to look away&lt;br /&gt;When you don't have much to say&lt;br /&gt;Thats when i love you, i love you, just that way&lt;br /&gt;To hear you stumble when you speak&lt;br /&gt;or see you walk with two left feet&lt;br /&gt;Thats when i love you, i love you endlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when your mad&lt;br /&gt;'cause you lost a game&lt;br /&gt;forget i'm waiting in the rain&lt;br /&gt;baby i love you, i love you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;'cause heres my promise made tonight&lt;br /&gt;you can count on me for life&lt;br /&gt;'cause thats when i love you when nothing you do can change my mind&lt;br /&gt;The more i learn, the more i love, the more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;Thats when i love you, when i love you no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when you turn to hide your eyes&lt;br /&gt;'cause the movie it made you cry&lt;br /&gt;thats when i love you, i love you&lt;br /&gt;a little more each time&lt;br /&gt;and when you can't quite match your clothes&lt;br /&gt;or when you laugh at your own jokes&lt;br /&gt;thats when i love you, i love you more then you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you forget that we had a date&lt;br /&gt;or that look you give when you show up late&lt;br /&gt;baby i love you, i love you anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;oooh oooh thats when i love you&lt;br /&gt;when nothing baby, nothing you do could change my mine&lt;br /&gt;the more i learn, the more i love, the more my heart can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;thats when i love you, when i love you, no matter what&lt;br /&gt;ooooh oooh, no matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when parents say they love you. Do they really mean it? Or are they just saying it for the sake of saying it? Well, I really hope my parents do mean it. But sometimes, I do sense a casual saying. And the 'i love you' doesn't get to me, instead it gets me irritated. I guess it's just me again. I've been moodswinging alot these few days. Not really major ones though. But it's major enough for people around me to notice. I can't help it. Little things make me so worked up sometimes. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fortunately there's someone there to cheer me up, never failing to put a smile across my face and call it magic!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Thanks joshua! You've really been my pillar of support, my spurring partner, my friend, my everything. A really huge thankyou! You've been there for me through these dark days, encouraging me, and answering all my countless questions. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-8276969462316529285?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/8276969462316529285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=8276969462316529285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/8276969462316529285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/8276969462316529285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-you-have-to-look-away-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-6511691159708553923</id><published>2007-05-12T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T20:50:30.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today was really a horrible day for me. Firstly, I slept my whole morning and afternoon away. Then, family went to jp. I shouldn't have went. Nothing productive came out of it anyway. I'll not elaborate on it, it'll just make my blood boil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Growing up?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it just isn't the thing for me. I really wish I could turn time back, and return to my preschooling life, or even kindergarden or primary school wouldn't be too bad. Anyway, how much stress comes out of these. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when I touch your hand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's then I understand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beauty that's within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's now that we begin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;You always light my way&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope there never comes a day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter where I go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always feel you so &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;'Cause you're everywhere to me&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And when I close my eyes it's you I see &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're everything I know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That makes me believe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm not alone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except from Everywhere by michelle branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This kind of songs never fails to take me away from what I'm actually thinking about. It brings life's goodness to another level. A &lt;strong&gt;higher&lt;/strong&gt; level. It is this kind of songs that brings me to a different world. A world full of perfectness and nothing in that world can bring me down. In fact, it would bring a smile to my face and never let it fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A few pictures from yesterday!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063650244881346162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkWzEcD47nI/AAAAAAAAACM/mAQhzgjljsw/s320/DSC06835.JPG" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063650253471280770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkWzE8D47oI/AAAAAAAAACU/ghCCEpdrlyk/s320/DSC06836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063650262061215378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkWzFcD47pI/AAAAAAAAACc/9-HoCqAtx3k/s320/DSC06842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063650270651149986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkWzF8D47qI/AAAAAAAAACk/82Wr65krD00/s320/DSC06838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063650283536051890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkWzGsD47rI/AAAAAAAAACs/oCAEYpsCn4s/s320/DSC06845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkW2AsD47uI/AAAAAAAAADE/uE2T_KVnYDk/s1600-h/DSC06865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063653478991720162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkW2AsD47uI/AAAAAAAAADE/uE2T_KVnYDk/s320/DSC06865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkW2BMD47vI/AAAAAAAAADM/MutjIowLOfI/s1600-h/DSC06868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063653487581654770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkW2BMD47vI/AAAAAAAAADM/MutjIowLOfI/s320/DSC06868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkW2BsD47wI/AAAAAAAAADU/n03x4Lq_4_Y/s1600-h/DSC06870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063653496171589378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkW2BsD47wI/AAAAAAAAADU/n03x4Lq_4_Y/s320/DSC06870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woah, uploading pictures just isn't the thing for me. I give up! Ask me for the pictures yeah! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-6511691159708553923?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/6511691159708553923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=6511691159708553923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/6511691159708553923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/6511691159708553923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-was-really-horrible-day-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkWzEcD47nI/AAAAAAAAACM/mAQhzgjljsw/s72-c/DSC06835.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-3340235383554618172</id><published>2007-05-11T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T22:18:10.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. Life's getting really great!&lt;strong&gt; 'life&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;is great if and only if you enjoy and appreciate the little things around you'&lt;/strong&gt; quote from ethan tay. He really rocks la, really going to miss him. He's a really great teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning. We went for some battlefield tour. I ended up sleeping during the presentations. Must be from yesterday's lack of sleep again. Recently, I haven't been able to sleep well, many weird dreams, and scary nightmares. But I paid attention during the sounds one. It was really amazing, how they managed to acheive such great affect, however, it was pretty scary as well. All the blood, stabbings and stuff. YUCKS! After that, we went for the kent ridge tree top walk. It was pretty retarded. Supposedly, it was &lt;u&gt;meant for us to enjoy the scenery&lt;/u&gt;, the guide kept rushing us. So it was pretty pointless yeah. It was lunch after that. Lunch was alright la. Then we went to Labrador park. It was utterly useless. Didn't learn much from the trip. I cam whored alot today! ;D Will upload pictures, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had vision care talks. It didn't even relate to me at all. Even though I read books lying down, watch TV lying down as well. Read in the car, read under really poor lighting, such as under blankets. My eye-sight is still perfect. At one moment of my life, I even wanted to purposely spoil my eyesight. But it was hopeless la. I guess &lt;strong&gt;I should be thankful&lt;/strong&gt; and take better care of my eyesight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, rachael, sweechen and I went to SCH for JC concert band central judging. It was super crowded. But we managed to find a few seniors performing. We saw, sheryan, xingtong, percussion seniors, samho, emily, liling, though they might not have seen us. But it was alright on the whole la. Rachael kept wanting to go off. We reached SCH at around 3+. Then we heard the bands play. Saw joshua, but I actually thought he was ignoring me la! &lt;strong&gt;I'm really sorry yeah!&lt;/strong&gt; Then, we decided to walk over to the hawker center near by for lunch. I ended up eating nothing cos I wasn't really hungry. I didn't eat much for dinner too in the end. My appetite hasn't been really good these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to SCH for results, sheryan called me from the second level. She cut her hair! A whole new hairstyle with fringe. Guess I haven't seen her for a really long time. Great meeting such wonderful seniors again. The results were stunning, a whole new experience. After this, I think I'll go to vjc. They have such high morale, and it got me really impressed! 'v, v, i, i, c, c, t, t, o, o, r, r, i, i, a, a,!' They were so cool! ;D And I just love their cheers. Nothing as compared to the rest. I was really really impressed. I guess that's the difference with a girls school and a mixed school. The experience on the whole was really great! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-3340235383554618172?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/3340235383554618172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=3340235383554618172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/3340235383554618172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/3340235383554618172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-3110215644151582336</id><published>2007-05-10T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T19:53:26.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. I really need to blog about this. Because the light in my study room attracted alot of flying insects, so my brother decided to get rid of them. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;GUESS WHAT HE DID.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He placed a bowl of water directly underneath the lights. Then, one fly got somewhat attracted to the water. And it died. Then, the rest were still there. So he decided to turn off the lights. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GUESS WHAT HAPPENED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The flies disappeared from the lights. Then all the flies were on the FLOOR! All around me! I'm still feeling a itch! Then, he attracted all the flies with a torchlight. And he made me turn off the computer's monitor! The flies were flying &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVERYWHERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now. Oh dear, I better leave the study room now! He's apparently killing the flies, with tissues! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YUCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-3110215644151582336?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/3110215644151582336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=3110215644151582336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/3110215644151582336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/3110215644151582336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-7706244822829426988</id><published>2007-05-10T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T18:18:14.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back at blogger. Xanga's just not the thing for me! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-7706244822829426988?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/7706244822829426988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=7706244822829426988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/7706244822829426988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/7706244822829426988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-back-at-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-7924641388650925291</id><published>2007-05-10T18:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T18:03:52.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://xanga.com/michwichy"&gt;relink. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-7924641388650925291?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/7924641388650925291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=7924641388650925291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/7924641388650925291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/7924641388650925291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/relink.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-6049105296490817333</id><published>2007-05-10T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T17:33:54.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At this rate of deforestation, we would have this kinda trees in the future, and artificial oxygen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062862590828932706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkLms8D47mI/AAAAAAAAACE/zKnofZglaEc/s200/2trees-resub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Today was BORING! But we made the best out of it. During the various talks, we had different activities! We massaged each other, tell stories, talk about our lives, and even slept! The talks were digustingly amusing. But I still don't get why they teach such stuff to girls, not like girls will use the items. It really digusted me, but I guess the school is just trying to expose us to such stuff so we won't be so naive next time huh. We had inter-house games in the morning, rachael and I decided to go for the slack games, like wipe-out. In the end, we ended up playing the game twice. Once, as a ball thrower. The second as a player. It was damn funny la! I tried to aviod the crowd by standing at a corner. The next moment, the ball came. I screamed, then the pankhurst girl threw the ball at me. To think, I was still saying 'please don't hit me!' FUNNY. But okay la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's ethan tay's second day in crescent. Pretty sad, he had a really good teaching technique, and didn't really chase us for homework. He has his ways with students, and feels the same way as us. I guess this is an example of a teacher who really cares for his students. Not many guy teachers can acheive such great heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about guys reminds me of joshua. Ever since I started talking to him, I realise that guys aren't that bad after all. In primary school, I used to think that guys were mean people! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Naive me!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I guess the guys back then has already grown up, wonder when we'll meet again. Times flies, people change. I guess most of the time, it's usually for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been &lt;u&gt;enriching&lt;/u&gt;. Taught me to not take things forgranted. I don't know exactly which part of it, but yeah. On the whole, I felt today's a great day. Had fun cam-whoring with the front people! Gracia, twinkle, rachael, valerie, shiyu, joey and many more! Tomorrow will be even better! I'll bring my camera, then we can take pictures at the battlefield?! Funny, I guess it's more of the people going there rather than the place. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The company of such wonderful friends.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 3G1's the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band's starting really soon. I'm really looking forward. But then again, the sec4s are stepping down. So, everything's gonna change once again. &lt;u&gt;I guess this is what life is about.&lt;/u&gt; Being the same forever isn't going to teach us anything. We have to go through the different experiences in life in order to attain a higher level of thinking. And higher level of maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is what life is. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-6049105296490817333?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/6049105296490817333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=6049105296490817333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/6049105296490817333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/6049105296490817333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/at-this-rate-of-deforestation-we-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkLms8D47mI/AAAAAAAAACE/zKnofZglaEc/s72-c/2trees-resub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-4868104220726480301</id><published>2007-05-09T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:08:27.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH DEAR. I just read up on the net, and I realised that I still have alot of techniques to master when band resumes next week. These techniques aren't easy and would take time and patience to master. But I believe that if I'm focused, I'll be able achieve all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Glissando. This is a sliding technique where the saxophonist bends the note using voicing (tongue placement)and at the same time slides up or down to another fingered note. A glissando can also be created using the tongue to control the airstream and holding the embouchure immobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Multi phonics. Multi phonics is the technique of playing more than one note at once. A special fingering combination causes the instrument to vibrate at two different pitches alternately, creating a warbling sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Voicing. The technique of manipulating the air stream to obtain various effects. Voicing technique involves varying the position of the tongue, causing the same amount of air to pass through either a more or less confined oral cavity. This causes the air stream to either speed up or slow down, respectively. As well as allowing the saxophonist to play overtones/altissimo with ease, proper voicing also helps the saxophonist develop a clear, even and focused sound throughout the range of the instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that sums it all. ;D oh, plus vibrato as well. :D&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll decide to get a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;XAPHOON&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-4868104220726480301?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/4868104220726480301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=4868104220726480301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/4868104220726480301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/4868104220726480301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-8960330803363192365</id><published>2007-05-09T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T17:12:41.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MID-YEARS ARE FINALLY OVER! ;D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062486171305176658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkGQWcD47lI/AAAAAAAAAB8/X-KlFWUsxcg/s200/_-amandaCC1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really happy, a large load lifted off me. A maths was crap la. I made up answers. Really hope method marks are a larger portion of the total marks, or else, I will fail the paper. Okay, enough of such comments. Went out with steph, val, and celestine, it felt just like old times! Nothing much changed, apart from different conversation topics. But overall it was FUN. ;D Spiderman was a bore, not really nice. Too draggy for me. :( Went around ps slacking, nothing much in mind that we wanted to do. It was great! :D :D :D In fact, now's great as well! I'm going all out to enjoy myself! I guess I really deserve it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-8960330803363192365?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/8960330803363192365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=8960330803363192365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/8960330803363192365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/8960330803363192365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/mid-years-are-finally-over-d-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkGQWcD47lI/AAAAAAAAAB8/X-KlFWUsxcg/s72-c/_-amandaCC1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-8679260097278084466</id><published>2007-05-08T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T16:38:02.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkA2x8D47iI/AAAAAAAAABk/XiqN5UMcK8A/s1600-h/FourRoses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062106212728368674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkA2x8D47iI/AAAAAAAAABk/XiqN5UMcK8A/s200/FourRoses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkA2YMD47hI/AAAAAAAAABc/skwExYGOMG4/s1600-h/FourRoses.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SOMEONE GET THIS FOR ME~ &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to be pleased!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-8679260097278084466?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/8679260097278084466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=8679260097278084466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/8679260097278084466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/8679260097278084466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/someone-get-this-for-me-i-need-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p9vOXzVXQ1A/RkA2x8D47iI/AAAAAAAAABk/XiqN5UMcK8A/s72-c/FourRoses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-6825500738476618441</id><published>2007-05-08T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T16:32:23.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. &lt;u&gt;Life has been lifeless.&lt;/u&gt; It's finally the last day of studying, and I'm here. Joy, it's A Maths tomorrow. Not much to study, only perhaps practicing. I'm really horrible at surds. And I need to remember the log formulas to procceed on with the question, or else, A math paper will be doomed. What else do I need to do? Hmmm, my list..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. Memorise Log Formulas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2. Practice, Practice and even more Practice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, after a maths, going to watch spiderman! I hope it isn't that scary! Heard from celestine that there are 3 villians! Oh dear. Anyway, I guess it's one of the few clique outings we're going to have. Better treasure them! Though it's without eunice and michelle, it's alright! We still hangout one day yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm not studying&lt;br /&gt;STUDY HARD michellina (!!!!!!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-6825500738476618441?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/6825500738476618441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=6825500738476618441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/6825500738476618441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/6825500738476618441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-757654644545872874</id><published>2007-05-07T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T18:04:26.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. The worst has yet to be passed. But there's &lt;strong&gt;alot to look forward to&lt;/strong&gt;. I guess those are what that is keeping me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, church was great! We actually played games, and sang more familar songs. It was reviving! Managed to learn new things about the book of peter, and perhaps apply some of them to my life. Lunch was alright, family ate at ps. As usual, I couldn't finish lunch! Lunch is by far the meal with the least appetite, followed by dinner than breakfast. Love breakfast nowadays. I'm not exactly a breakfast person, but when it comes to LATE breakfast! I'll be the first one at the table! ;D Tuition was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;funky&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;u&gt; 2-4&lt;/u&gt;, David kept throwing sweets at shiying, I guess I'm kinda used to it already huh! Linda got a sweet thrown at her too! Michelle and Clarence were thinking dirty, as usual!&lt;u&gt; 4-6&lt;/u&gt;, Johnathan was laughing again, as usual! And the guys shared seaweed. As usual, Li-ern was their food critique, according to linda. :D The usual things always happen for tuition. Perhaps, the subject of conversation would be different. But well, it's not as quiet as before! ;D I spent the night mugging for chem and history, fortunately there was someone there for me! My spuring-on-partner! Thanks alot yeah! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, History paper was alright la, I pretty much &lt;u&gt;crapped the provinsional government essay&lt;/u&gt;. The rest was alright. My contextual knowledge was pretty limited. I kept saying the &lt;strong&gt;Aryans were the superior race&lt;/strong&gt;. Typical me! Okay, then chem. No words can describe the agony I went through during the paper. I didn't even feel the tiredness, or hunger or anything like I usually would. The paper was so tough! I'm sure &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;337210728312 of my brain cells died&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on me. Went home with kelley, gracia, caryn, twinkle, rosanne and fangying after that! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Drive Away"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;All-American Rejects&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's gone away but still they stay together&lt;br /&gt;People call me crazy, crazy&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts progress, I think about forever&lt;br /&gt;My mind tells me maybe, maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could drive away to the sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Back to the day that we first met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only believe the things I wrote&lt;br /&gt;I'll put it in a note, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Cross my t's and dot my i's&lt;br /&gt;Better say hello, don't you dare say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I'll write "sincerely yours" and sign my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P.S. I love you, forever and today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks go by, seems like it's been the weather&lt;br /&gt;The rain falls down - she's crying, crying&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts progress, she thinks about forever&lt;br /&gt;Their hearts are bound - lying, lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could drive away to the sunset&lt;br /&gt;Back to the day that we first met&lt;br /&gt;Only believe the things I wrote&lt;br /&gt;I'll put it in a note, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Cross my t's and dot my i's&lt;br /&gt;Better say hello, I'm gonna wave goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I'll write "sincerely yours" and sign my name&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you, forever and today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the heartbreak all the pain&lt;br /&gt;All the words you said in vain&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could drive away to the sunset&lt;br /&gt;Back to the day that we first met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only believe the things I wrote&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll put it in a note, yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross my t's and dot my i's&lt;br /&gt;Better say hello, I'm gonna wave goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I'll write "sincerely yours" and sign my name&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I love you, forever and today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever and today&lt;br /&gt;Forever and today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;P.S. I love you Forever and today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-757654644545872874?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/757654644545872874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=757654644545872874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/757654644545872874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/757654644545872874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-5696837275401909451</id><published>2007-05-05T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T19:23:17.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Michelle;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, you're very mean eh! Anyway, I meant those songs, which lyrics I uploaded la! Those songs you sent me were also nice! Thanks alot yeah! Wah, I really don't understand you now huh! One moment you love me, the next you hate me? ;D Take care yeah! Don't get to stressed up over exams. Failing an exam, is not the end of the world! I'll be there you support you, you can always come over to my class for a hug! LOVE &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-5696837275401909451?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/5696837275401909451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=5696837275401909451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/5696837275401909451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/5696837275401909451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/michelle-woah-youre-very-mean-eh-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-8661369541711554472</id><published>2007-05-05T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T17:51:02.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Michelle;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, remember to give me the link, then I can flood your tagboard! ;D Those songs are nice yeah! Of course I know that James is in Canada, but I don't think of him as much as you think of your *******. Welcome yeah! HUMBLE? Who are you joking man! It isn't good to get all critical and stuff huh! &lt;u&gt;Thanks, good luck for midyears too yeah! ;D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway, from now on, I decided to start/end every post with something interesting. Either lyrics of a nice song, or perhaps a picture! ;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-8661369541711554472?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/8661369541711554472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=8661369541711554472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/8661369541711554472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/8661369541711554472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/michelle-okay-remember-to-give-me-link.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-180376004592778994</id><published>2007-05-05T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T09:57:12.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Mandy Moore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;You know everything I’m afraid of&lt;br /&gt;You do everything I wish I did&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants you, everybody loves you&lt;br /&gt;I know I should tell you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;And I wish everytime you call me,&lt;br /&gt;I’m too scared to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And I’m too shy to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I got a crush on you&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel the way I do&lt;br /&gt;I get a rush when I’m with you&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I’ve go a crush on you (crush on you )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I’m the one you can talk to&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes you tell me things that I don’t want to know&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hold you&lt;br /&gt;And you say exactly how you feel about her&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder, could you ever think of me that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I got a crush on you&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel the way I do&lt;br /&gt;I get a rush when I’m with you&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I’ve go a crush on you (crush on you )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. I wish I could tell somebody&lt;br /&gt;But theres no one to talk to&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows I’ve got a crush on you&lt;br /&gt;A crush on you, I ve got a crush on you&lt;br /&gt;You say everything that no one says (to me)&lt;br /&gt;But I feel everything you’re afraid to feel&lt;br /&gt;I will always want you, I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I got a crush on you&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel the way I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I get a rush when I’m with you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I’ve go a crush on you (crush on you )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A really nice song. Though not my favourite yeah. Anyway, today's going to be a boring day. Full of studies. I guess this would be my last saturday mugging away. And, after this, can expect posts with much more content. Now, my mind is just full of studies, and maybe some other matters. But I'm definately not in the mood for blogging yeah! ;D LOVE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-180376004592778994?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/180376004592778994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=180376004592778994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/180376004592778994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/180376004592778994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-know-everything-that-im-afraid-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-6597944775228016737</id><published>2007-05-04T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T20:49:23.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Michelle;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill in the *s with Rs ;D Haha, okay, maybe not one million As. But rather, 9 As? ;D HAHAH. I would love to see you promote for a stall. Gives me the tummyache to think about it! ;D No la, I know Michelle's a very smart person! Thanks for accepting me for who I am. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the love! ;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-6597944775228016737?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/6597944775228016737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=6597944775228016737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/6597944775228016737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/6597944775228016737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/michelle-fill-in-s-with-rs-d-haha-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-7519558871394264931</id><published>2007-05-04T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T20:37:13.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'M ALL ABOUT YOU&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;By: AARON CARTER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's somethin' I've got to say&lt;br /&gt;You're always with me&lt;br /&gt;Even though, you're far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Talkin to you on my cell&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Just the sound of your voice&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Makes my heart melt&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl, well it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about you&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about us&lt;br /&gt;No baby, you never&lt;br /&gt;Have to question my love&lt;br /&gt;And every night there's a new crowd&lt;br /&gt;But it's always you I'm singing about&lt;br /&gt;There is only one&lt;br /&gt;These words are going out to&lt;br /&gt;Oh girl, I'm all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you worry sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Some other girl will&lt;br /&gt;Make me forget you're mine&lt;br /&gt;There's not a doubt in this world&lt;br /&gt;That anyone could take&lt;br /&gt;The place of my number one girl&lt;br /&gt;It’s true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about you&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about us&lt;br /&gt;No baby, you never&lt;br /&gt;Have to question my love&lt;br /&gt;And every night there's a new crowd&lt;br /&gt;But it's always you I'm singing about&lt;br /&gt;There is only one&lt;br /&gt;These words are going out to&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh girl, I'm all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When I close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like you're right here&lt;br /&gt;And this feeling's only getting stronger&lt;br /&gt;You're with me everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about you&lt;br /&gt;I'm all about us&lt;br /&gt;No baby, you never&lt;br /&gt;Have to question my love&lt;br /&gt;And every night there's a new crowd&lt;br /&gt;But it's always you I'm singing about&lt;br /&gt;There is only one&lt;br /&gt;These words are going out to&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh girl, I'm all about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm all about you &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Fades...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm waiting for &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the right person&lt;/span&gt; to sing this song to me!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ;D Anyway, Life has been full of &lt;u&gt;ups and downs&lt;/u&gt; for me these two days. Especially yesterday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-7519558871394264931?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/7519558871394264931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=7519558871394264931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/7519558871394264931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/7519558871394264931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-all-about-you-by-aaron-carter-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-3287102988517403821</id><published>2007-05-03T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T18:16:00.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was pretty alright. What I studied for SS mostly came out. Except that I did question 2[governance] instead of question 3[conflict between sinhalese and tamils]. Okay, I won't regret it. I guess, if I did question 3, I would be short of points yeah. I guess chapter 4's my weakest chapter so far. I can practically recite the whole SS text to you now huh! Okay, maybe not, SS's over! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, tomorrow's the big day! I must prove to lbk that I'm good at E maths. I never pay much attention during E maths and lbk never fails to pick on me huh! I guess, this would be a great time to show off my intelligence. Then again, people said that hly said that the paper is going to be tough huh! I guess my intelligence would fail me once again. And I felt really stupid during tuition. Linda never studies, according to her, and she still gets her As. And me, I've to study like super hard in order to get a A for anything. This is demoralising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, life just isn't fair yeah. Some people are just born stupid, like me. And the rest are just borned with intelligence. I guess that's where you get all your geniuses. Oh well, I just have to accept the hard truth and get along with life. Anyway, I'm not the best, and neither am I the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;, with who I am, and what I am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;This makes me, ME.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-3287102988517403821?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/3287102988517403821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=3287102988517403821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/3287102988517403821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/3287102988517403821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-was-pretty-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-5023595368215791620</id><published>2007-05-03T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T18:01:19.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wow, Michelle, if you continue tagging like this, I guess I'll have to dedicate a post to you everyday yeah! &lt;u&gt;Be honoured!&lt;/u&gt; ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you talk alot, and it's good! People just don't know how to appreciate you. Let them be, you have a life yeah! Songyang lives near Russia? And who does Russia remind you off? &lt;strong&gt;*icha*d?&lt;/strong&gt; Well, you're a pretty good debator, from my prospective huh! ;D You &lt;u&gt;never fail to&lt;/u&gt; outtalk me anytime! Yeah, of course it's Linda, who else can it be? No la, maybe not sometimes. It isn't always Linda's fault all the time huh! Woops, I meant to say that you'll get your one million As. Anyway, Tuition was MAD huh! Can't believe we actually went into the shop, I guess you have some promoting to do! ;D Okay, or maybe not, since we tore out the &lt;u&gt;bloody one&lt;/u&gt; huh! Oh and &lt;u&gt;all the best for bio tomorrow&lt;/u&gt;. I just know you can do it! Well, I believe in you, better study, and not disappoint me yeah! Okay. Seven huh! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;;D take care yeah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-5023595368215791620?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/5023595368215791620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=5023595368215791620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/5023595368215791620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/5023595368215791620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/wow-michelle-if-you-continue-tagging.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-5625126720173532302</id><published>2007-05-02T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T20:04:34.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Michelle, I decided to dedicate a post to you since your tags are so long yeah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, thanks for the compliment yeah! But being talkative is also great yeah, and you're a great debater as well! We can match their standard by.. I'm not sure. Anyway, I figured out, it's really Linda yeah. ;D All the best for all your subjects. I just know you'll be able to achieve your goal, passing everything. In fact, I think you'll get like one million As, you'll never know yeah! i dont get your 3rd last post huh. But, I guess your ego will never fail you! Why 2 to 4? I think I'll be going for the 3 to 5 one or maybe even the 4 to 6 one. It's alright to flood my tagboard huh! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVELY&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; I answered everything! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-5625126720173532302?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/5625126720173532302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=5625126720173532302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/5625126720173532302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/5625126720173532302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/michelle-i-decided-to-dedicate-post-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-8875976383103451433</id><published>2007-05-02T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T19:56:15.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, life has been pretty alright, apart from the chinese paper today. I totally screwed it up. I actually wrote on the &lt;u&gt;informal letter&lt;/u&gt;, and I even wrote on the &lt;u&gt;newspaper report&lt;/u&gt;. How dumb can I get huh! I guess, I'll just have to hope for the best. Paper two was even worser. I totally didn't understand what the last passage was talking about, and the cloze passage was like !!! I guess I'll have to work harder for chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be the SS paper.&lt;u&gt; Studied with Val and Steph today.&lt;/u&gt; Pretty good outcomes, managed to get quite a fair bit of SS into my brain, especially when we tested each other at the end. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much of thought today, I am not exactly thinking but yeah. Longer post next time, I hope. After the exams! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;The look of love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Is in your eyes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;A look your smile can't disguise&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;The look of loveIt's saying so much more&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Than words could every say&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;And what my heart has heard,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Well, it takes my breath away.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-8875976383103451433?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/8875976383103451433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=8875976383103451433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/8875976383103451433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/8875976383103451433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay-life-has-been-pretty-alright-apart.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-3294784997841459105</id><published>2007-05-01T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T16:16:56.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. Life has been boring! Joshua gave me a wake up call at 7.00. &lt;strong&gt;A big thankyou to Joshua! &lt;/strong&gt;By then, I had already woken up, and washed up and everything. In fact, I had already started studying! I guess I started the morning early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ever since, I have been studying, and sleeping, and studying and sleeping. Life has been pretty repetitive for me! I need a change, but I guess I'll just have to stick with it till next wednesday. Joy, it seems so soon, yet feels so far away. Well, time flies when you don't notice it. So I'll try my best to forget time, and work harder to acheieve my goals, which would be As.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it may not come true, but when it comes out, I'll know that I've done my best, and I will not regret anything. &lt;strong&gt;I want to live my life without any regrets, and in fact, with more laughter and joy. ;D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I guess, life without any of these wouldnt be as enjoyable.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-3294784997841459105?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/3294784997841459105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=3294784997841459105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/3294784997841459105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/3294784997841459105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/05/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-798699695522497212</id><published>2007-04-30T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T19:43:34.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Five P's to Life-Long Change&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Get into God's presence&lt;/strong&gt;. Hebrews 11:16 (NIV) says, "He rewards those who earnestly seek him." Whether your preference is listening to worship music, meditating, or reading the Bible, take the time to get into God's presence. If you will feed your spirit when times are good, it will help you be strong when times are bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Pray for God's strength and guidance&lt;/strong&gt;. Mark 11:24 (NIV) promises, "Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours." Keep the communication line with God open. Share with him your concerns and fears. Declare in prayer that you know how powerful he is and in whose hands you place your human efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Prepare your heart for a positive outcome&lt;/strong&gt;. The Bible states, "Therefore, prepare your minds for action; be self-controlled; set your hope fully on the grace to be given you when Jesus Christ is revealed." (1 Peter 1:13 NIV) Visualize the desired outcome, then take action to prepare yourself in advance for his victory that is already at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Be patient with yourself.&lt;/strong&gt; Ecclesiastes 7:8 (NIV) teaches: "The end of a matter is better than its beginning, and patience is better than pride." God's work is accomplished in his good timing, and the good news is that the outcome won't be one nanosecond late. God's timing is perfect, so wait patiently for the end of the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Persevere. Don't give up!&lt;/strong&gt; Remember that "Perseverance must finish its work." (Jas 1:12 NIV) The outcome you desire could be days, hours, or only minutes away! Keep your eyes focused on the prize and never give up. In fact, as Winston Churchill once said, "Never, never, never give up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Change is definitely not easy, but it is essential to our spiritual growth as Christians, and it is quite doable if we learn to sit in God's presence, pray, prepare ourselves, be patient with ourselves, and persevere. What opportunities for change invite action from you today? Will you take the first step in admitting the truth of needing to change and the second step in leaning on God, or will you say, "I don't want to change, and you can't make me!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Found this on the net, makes alot of sense! ;D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-798699695522497212?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/798699695522497212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=798699695522497212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/798699695522497212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/798699695522497212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/04/five-ps-to-life-long-change-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-85131581801537163</id><published>2007-04-30T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T19:40:08.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Enabled all my posts already.&lt;/strong&gt; Can see what I wrote like ONE MILLION years ago. ;D That's pretty embarrasing huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today was pretty much alright. The day started of with physics. Though everyone had not exactly adapted to the school day, but we all knew we had to pay attention, exams are so near. In fact, they have already started of. After that, we had E maths, teacher went through the paper, didn't pick on me this time. ;D Then it was oral presentation, a few couldn't present, but I don't blame them. Teachers are pretty unreasonable sometimes, it's so near the exam periods, and they still have oral presentations. Wow. It's really amazing how they managed to get through high school. I guess ethan tay really understands us, and know how we feel. He's the best. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-85131581801537163?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/85131581801537163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=85131581801537163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/85131581801537163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/85131581801537163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/04/enabled-all-my-posts-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-2675968077610380407</id><published>2007-04-29T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T22:42:52.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got my answer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;'If I were on my deathbed, I wouldn't say anything, but rather holding someone's hands. Someone special.' &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really makes alot of sense! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Joshua.&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-2675968077610380407?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/2675968077610380407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=2675968077610380407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/2675968077610380407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/2675968077610380407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-got-my-answer.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-2671783593811023999</id><published>2007-04-29T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T22:17:08.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I don't care what you might think about me!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, today was super funny! Especially during tuition, we were laughing about the physics topic 24. The one where we had to use 3 fingers to show the convectional current and stuff! I laughed till I cried! Linda and I bought a packet of chips and seaweed, guess who paid huh! And then, we couldn't finish it, so we decided to share it with the guys in the class, chee kai, oliver, johnathan and Joshua. Generous indeed! I was overwhelmed by all the funny stuff today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Church was enriching. I learnt a lot from the video Soon Kuan and Jessica showed the class. Some parts really touched my heart, I really appreciate the effort Soon Kuan and Jessica put into their lessons, despite their busy schedule, really inspiring what God can do in one's life. I also realised how much God did in order for us to be saved. He sent his ONLY son to the cross, to bear the burden of all our sins. Do we realise how much that means to God? Sometimes, I take for granted what I have in life. I really need to appreciate things that I have, and be more grateful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not thinking a lot today, but I have one question. What would you say when you're lying on your deathbed? Really serious question, I guess, my answer is not certain. I'm not even sure what I would say. I got to prepare in case my last day on earth is tomorrow, or even tonight. I guess I'll just have to answer this question another time. SOME ONE HELP! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I don't know what it is, that makes me feel like this!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;But on the other side, the grass is greener!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-2671783593811023999?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/2671783593811023999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=2671783593811023999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/2671783593811023999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/2671783593811023999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dont-care-what-you-might-think-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-3369821581355408720</id><published>2007-04-28T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T20:30:50.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Suddenly I see, this is what I wanna be!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suddenly I see, why the hell it means so much to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When asked this question, &lt;u&gt;'what means the most to you'&lt;/u&gt;, how would I answer it? There are various answers to this question. Many will speak of earthy desires, like an Ipod, branded clothes. Well, personally, I'm not sure what my answer would be. I guess friends mean a lot to me, also not forgetting my family. &lt;u&gt;So which means the most to me?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was a horribly boring day. Woke up at around 8, then I went back to sleep till 10. I have been studying ever since, feeling really bored now. I seriously can't wait for mid-years to be over. I browsed through the 2004 year book just now; manage to find many people's face. &lt;u&gt;Time really flies&lt;/u&gt;, I'm sec 3 now. In the book, Sheryan and Yifang were sec2s, and Liwei was a sec1, Eunice, sec3 and I could find Shuzk Meng in the book, first time spotting her in the book. All of them from the same section, just different times that we graduated; I guess band has really grown a lot. I'm amazed at my marvelous eye power. Pretty hard for me to believe, it's been so many years since kindergarden. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I love kindergarden, the wonderful playtime.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Now, there isn't even time for myself. All I do is to study and study, and perhaps, occasional short breaks, but after that it would be back to my books. I need a life man! I want band to start soon, then I can practice and resume my old life, the interesting one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When band starts, I will &lt;u&gt;perfect&lt;/u&gt; my vibrato, and I'll try out double tonguing, if that's alright, I'll try out triple tonguing. I will also coach the sec ones, and make sure their tone improves, and teach them new techniques, and teach them new pieces. I guess they might join the main band when that happens, and we can sight read Noah's Ark together. It's going to be tough and fast, but I'm going to do my best. I know that saxophone section can do it. And perhaps, for the next school event, we can do a saxophone ensemble, or a quartet, or something like that, to help the band raise funds for our overseas trip. But then again, I guess not. The section might not be ready for such wide exposure, and not ready to play in front of the school or something, but we will improve. I've realised how much solos help one to improve, tone-wise, attitude-wise and confidence-wise. These are all qualities of a good band member. Maybe, I'll join a band when I become older, like philharmonic youth winds, or mus'art. I guess these are all probabilities in life. Then perhaps, join SSO next time, if I decide to take music as a profession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Well, God will lead the way.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now I wish for the sky to be blue and the grass to be green. ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why isn't the sky as blue as before?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10170564-3369821581355408720?l=-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/feeds/3369821581355408720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10170564&amp;postID=3369821581355408720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/3369821581355408720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10170564/posts/default/3369821581355408720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-19nightytwo-.blogspot.com/2007/04/suddenly-i-see-this-is-what-i-wanna-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Michellina</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10170564.post-7776490873773288191</id><published>2007-04-27T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T20:25:40.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;To get a good tone.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operate on the principle that inside every not-so-beautiful note there’s a beautiful note trying to get out.  I want to figure out a way to get it out. Free that note!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Things that take the longest, start the soonest.  Tone is a lifetime of work. 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